Fandom: Highlander
Title: How long a time
Author:l
amonitrate
Character: Methos
Rating: Gen
This was a very literal interpretation of the challenge, but it seemed to fit.
How long a time lies in one little word?
William Shakespeare
In the beginning was the word.
Well, not exactly. He can remember a time without the word. Without
words as an abstraction. Symbols on a page, forced to represent a
complexity they can never completely convey.
They keep becoming more abstracted, words. Until they mean nothing,
worse than nothing - until they mean the opposite of their original
intention.
More and more he finds himself missing the concreteness of words. He has to remind himself that it has always been this way.
They have filled his life, driven his livelihood, sentenced him to
death, made formal his love, opened his mind, closed his heart, started
and ended countless friendships. They have hidden and exposed him.
Crushed his hope and lifted him from despair. He's used words as
delicately as a scalpel. He's used them to bludgeon, to terrorize.
They've come to his defense when nothing else worked. They've failed
him, over and over and over again, in ways only an Immortal can
understand.
Words are a comfort, when nothing else is. His fingers trace them,
knowing they're the only way he can leave something behind. A mark on
the world. Even if his long story will probably be taken as fantasy.
The shapes drift and rearrange. Become lost to time. Are translated so
poorly all he can do is laugh. Sometimes the knowledge that he is the
only one who still understands is a heavy burden. A burden that
lightens when he remembers that some remain a mystery, even to him.
He's tried to go without, to live in silence, to cease his restless
notations. It never lasts long. He can't escape his love for them. For
words.