Fic: Perfect In My Eyes: Highlander

[sparklebutch]

Title: Perfect In My Eyes
Fandom: Highlander
Pairing: Methos/Kronos
Summary: Touch is so much different than sight



To tame his brother - early on - he impaled him to death on a short blade, and gouged his eyes out, thumbs pushing hard and blood on his hands. The immortal would heal. But until then, he'd be at his brother's mercy, owned and led on a leash and unable to survive on his own. So it shall be done to any who disobeyed their master.

For months after, horrible scars on his face slowly fading, the warrior was confined to his tent, relying on another in everything. It wounded his pride, but it gained him an experience; pure touch, days and nights, hands caressing his arm, his face, lips softer than he'd ever noticed fluttering over his ruined features, gliding slowly down his throat, a tongue on his chest, vivid and warm.... his brother's hair under his hands and the hot white pleasures of his mouth. The darkness made everything brighter.

Grapes tasted sweeter, wine stronger; the smell of blood and fire and metal, like a heady potion for his lust, and then warm, salty skin, against his face, under his own hands, under his own tongue. Love had not diminished with his pain, and the blindness only added spice.

But slowly the light returned, faded spots at first and then shapes becoming visible, and then faces. His brother, his lover, his Death, familiar face, brilliant eyes, dark smile. Kronos loved him with all his heart. And hated him with a seething passion that could not be extinguished.

[end]

Comments

[elistaire.livejournal.com]

Shivery.


And, eyes, eyes, eyes...OH! Poor thing!!

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

*smile*

Well, at least I didn't cut any OTHER parts off, cough. They'll grow back. Anyway, the guy did make his point with that.

Thank you :) *hugs*

[darthhellokitty.livejournal.com]

Oooooooh. This is nasty, disturbing, and wonderful.

And I bet some readers will be surprised at who's who...

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

Heh, I was pretty surprised myself. I *meant* to write a 100 words on touch and never tell who is who in the pairing. But you know Kronos, you can't quite mask him ;)

Thank you very much :)
I'm glad you liked.

[keerawa.livejournal.com]

Breath-taking. Truly.

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

That makes me happy :)

[keerawa.livejournal.com]

Back the next day, still overwhelemed by the sensory beauty and fearful passion of this piece.

This is one of a bare handful of LJ fiction that I've copied and pasted to my computer. I couldn't bare to lose it should some disiaster wipe out Live Journal.

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

*hugs*


I tend to keep fics in html, myself. But, I am honoured :)

[calime]

Have I lately said that I worship and admire you? Because, well, this is terrible and beautiful and I can taste it. Sometimes it seems to me that you just sculpt textures and emotions out of raw words.
The darkness made everything brighter.

Grapes tasted sweeter, wine stronger; the smell of blood and fire and metal,.../ *loves muchly*
Also, like I've said, I love that you write them equal and with that ... interdependency with a power overload on a very precarious balance that sometimes seems to tumble. It's like ... a mutual addiction? love-need-hate relationship on both sides...and when one side overcomes the need, it ..kinda...stretches, but never breaks completely. A bit like dragging your outripped innards with you no matter where you go...

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

A snuggle, and a cuddle, and a smoochi-smoochi-pooh. Because you give me love. I give love back.

They... have their issues. I never think of Kronos as weak [wouldn't dare to], but I hate when people think Methos had no power. I love how poetic you are about it :)

[dswdiane.livejournal.com]

Shiver. Just brilliant. Thanks.

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

You realise how much I appreciate you taking the time to feed, right? It's making me feel nice and warm.