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Five things meme: replies
Five things Ethan gave to Giles -
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caia_comica#1
"S'not one of them fake mood stones that work on body temperature, Ripper," Ethan had said. "It's the real thing. Magic."
The crystal was half and half, the mage went on to explain. "This half is your mood, this one's mine."
But it was a round stone and Giles never could remember which half's which. Hadn't thought of it in ages, buried it with other keepsakes, out of sight, out of mind. He rummaged for it again tonight, after Buffy escorted him home and he promised to get a new telephone the next morning. He thought of that last glimpse of Ethan in the car, being taken away, and rolled the crystal in his hand.
It was cloudy black, all over.
#2
Giles finds that he itches. He's alone in the room; in fact, he's alone in the house, but he still looks around him, shifty and uncomfortable, before letting his hand slide down the front of his trousers. He scratches.
He scratches again.
He gets up, locks the door, shuts the curtains on the windows. Unzips and lowers his pants. Looks. Looks closer.
"Not again," he groans out loud.
#3
"An understanding of where my limits are. Of," he elaborates, "who my friends really are, and where I draw the line, what I won't tolerate."
He looks longingly at the bottle on the desk, but sips his tea instead.
"Knowledge... of when to give up something I want, something I enjoy, because it goes against everything I believe in," he says in a low, pained voice. This isn't easy for him. Telling it... saying it out loud.
"That was his gift to me."
#4
A chance to be young and carefree again. A moment without the burden of his destiny, of evil that lurks, a moment without the worries of the world on his shoulders. A night of adventure and sex and drink and dope, and music and sex, and... Just a brief flash of what once was that will never be again.
Giles munches on another piece of chocolate.
[If that one's no good because it's too short and too canon, remind me, Ethan gave Giles a blowjob]
#5
A book. About six months after the whole fyarl fiasco, he received a book in the mail, addressed to him, from the Society for Prevention of Cruelty to... the rest was smudged. Curious, he opened the brown envelope.
A demon-written guide, the title roughly translated to 'charms for protection when walking the paths of chaos'. He didn't have a copy, and this kind of thing would certainly be of use in his growing library. Even knowing who it came from didn't dampen his simple happiness at this new acquisition.
And a note. He thought he knew what it would say, but looked anyway. And it managed to surprise him.
No ominous promise to meet again, no hints to a future. Not even a name signed.
It simply said,
"Goodbye."
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Five people (none of whom are Giles) who Ethan would shag/has shagged -
anidada#1: Chase, House; would shag
He's in hospital, again, mildly uncomfortable and deeply amused by the doctors' frantic search for the cause of his illness. If they had asked, he would've told them it was magic.
Well, they did ask, and he lied, so perhaps that statement wasn't quite true.
The blue-eyed older one at least knows he's lying. Keeps telling him they can't help if he's lying, and he keeps smiling and telling the man that they can't help either way. And it's not like he's dying.
"You could be," the man says, looking through his charts. Ethan shrugs. He's not. He'll get better. He's got more pressing concerns.
"D'you think if I told the pretty blond thing that I'm dying, he'd give us some... creature comforts? Before I snuff it?"
House looks through the glass at Chase. "You wish."
"I do."
"He claims he's straight."
"Are you serious?"
House laughs. "Is this uninhibited libido a symptom, or something that you experience all the time?"
Ethan grins lecherously.
#2: Nightwing, DC; has shagged
Gotham city is really very beautiful at night, like some mad artist's nightmare shrouded in fog and illuminated by a thousand flashing, blinking little lights. There's madness and pain on every street corner. Ethan walks in the shadows and hopes he's invisible.
No such luck.
Something swoops down from a building and lands right in front of him, in his personal space. Something man-shaped, and Ethan can see every muscle, every contour of this magnificent body under the black and blue fabric that covers it from neck to toe. Wildly mussed black hair, and a stern face that can't hide the mischievous grin just below the surface; Ethan can find the lines of such a grin under the most serious circumstances.
"Not Batman."
"No, I'm not," the young man shakes his head, almost disappointed. "You were looking for Batman?"
"No." Ethan lets his gaze travel up and down this young vigilante's body, a deliberate and obvious suggestion. "Just... you're not what I was told to expect."
#3: Bowie, this guy; has shagged [per
babydraco's request]"It was a dark and stormy night..."
Giles snorted. "Really."
"Well, it was a dark night." Ethan relented, smiled and leaned to take another date from the small green glass bowl on the table. "It was right after a concert, where I spent a couple of hours in rather profound pleasure..."
"Naturally."
"Of course. At any rate. There I was, dazed, the music in my veins, when I caught sight of him again, sans makeup, sneaking into a pub."
"And you seized your chance."
"Most definitely. Now, you know I'm not your usual... fanboy, groupie, whichever way you choose to call it..."
Giles snorted again.
"Do shut up. I was saying, I'm not one, but music does tend to have a certain effect on me."
"You turn into a whore."
"Just a bit. Where was I?"
"Whoring with David Bowie."
"That's right." Ethan grinned. "So that's my story. Now, what's your best sex-without-magic story?"
Giles shook his head and grinned despite himself. "I was going to say, our first time."
#4: Methos, Highlander; has shagged [specifics:
calime33]They first meet in a cheap diner that's all cracked plastic and the smell of stale smoke, on a not quite rainy day. The sky kept threatening, but never delivered. They both order coffee, and both regret it when the slush-flavoured lukewarm fluid arrives in stained cups. That doesn't improve their already rotten day. Although they both had worse days.
"A watcher." Ethan notices the blue marking on the other man's wrist. Watchers everywhere. So much bloody destiny; so many wasted lives. At the guarded, questioning look, he says, "I've had bad experience with watchers lately."
"That's fine, then," the other says in a surprisingly rich, warm voice. "I haven't been much of a watcher lately." There's a mischievous glint in his eyes.
They grin at each other.
"Adam Pierson."
"Ethan Rayne." Ethan knows the other is lying about his name and doesn't care one bit.
They find no comfort in this diner's lousy food and atrocious coffee. The conversation, however, is slightly better. They talk of books and news, of art and history. Cautiously, twisting details and dates, they talk of ex-lovers, of good and bad. Moral code and a sense of honour, and what brings them to this middle of nowhere, a shaky shelter from the storm. They both find an unfamiliar sense of security in being un-judged.
They also find a very familiar, by now, sense of security in the warmth of another's embrace. Nothing fancy, nothing romantic, just a motel room and the satisfaction in an arching body, quietly moaning, stretching. Skin against skin, hands on the headboard, holding on. Words whispered urgently, do it like this, hands guiding hands, guiding cocks. Sweat-salty taste on his tongue, teeth very gentle on his shoulder, the back of his neck. Sex is a need, like eating, sleeping, like breathing, and they haven't had a good, uncomplicated meal in a very long time.
The next morning is grey and cold, colder than the previous day, and it arrives too soon. Ethan buttons up his shirt. Methos sits on the bed, tying his shoes. They both go their separate ways with a smile and a very pleasant sensation, and no plans to ever meet again.
But later that day, they each find a relatively decent restaurant.
#5: Drusilla, BtVS; would shag [per
babydraco's request]She was beautiful and dark and mad like the distance between the stars, and she could see all the wonderful things he couldn't and had always wanted to; she was pale and delicate, and sharp and strong, and she danced to herself in her blood red dress, licking her blood red lips. He found her haunting, like the echo of a melody from far away, like an elusive spell just beyond his reach, like a youthful fantasy never to be touched and tainted by reality's sweaty palms. She was the seductive danger embodied in a woman's curves, and the hidden masochist in Ethan moaned when he saw her, moaned and thought back to days of old, to the houses where vampires were paid to deliver their addictive, heady charms.
But instinct soon kicks in, and Ethan doesn't like to put himself in harm's way, and he rather likes being alive, thank you very much, so he pulls up the collar of his rain coat and hurries by, avoiding her eyes, avoiding her temptation.
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Five Times Methos Failed to Kill Kronos -
killabeez#1
When they first met, and Kronos was a confused, angry, young immortal, barely knew who and what he was. Methos already had age, experience... a sword. The hum of a presence made him reach for it.
Kronos - a different name then, different clothes, same basic nature - did not know what the feeling meant, but was clever enough to guess. He said, years later, that it felt like bees swarmed around his head. It made him prepare to attack, with bare hands, bare teeth; wild animal feeling cornered but not knowing the full meaning of the danger that awaits it. Methos thought to take his head on the spot and never look back... but he changed his mind when he caught the man's gaze, saw the fire in it.
#2
When Kronos brought Caspian into the fold... Methos was not happy, to say the least.
Yes, they all killed, and they all revelled in the gore and mayhem, but Caspian was a whole other...
And Methos never liked him.
"You should've asked me. Are we not brothers?" He hissed in Kronos' ears, standing so close, too close, holding his sword against Kronos' neck.
"Trust me," Kronos said, and his eyes promised so much. "Trust me on this. I know what's good for us."
#3
It lasted from midday until late at night. Methos sat in his tent and listened to her screams, and the darkness crept slowly closer and closer around him.
He heard her as she passed by his tent, and then ran on blindly into the black desert, and he made no move until the quiet tapping of footsteps on sand ceased. He then walked, measured, thoughtful, to Kronos. He found his brother dead in a puddle of blood, his but probably hers as well. Methos lifted the man's sword and weighed it in his hands. Felt the bronze's cool as it warmed against his skin. He looked down at Kronos once more, and then let the sword drop.
#4
As a watcher, Methos followed the sporadic reports of his brothers. He kept track, out of fear more than interest. He knew where Kronos was, on and off, over the years. He had contacts even before the watchers came to be. And he could've - all along, he knew Kronos was still killing, and he knew where to find the man and if he had only tried, he could've, should've, taken the man's head. But he never did. He only made sure to never be in the same place, same town, same country if possible, as any of his brothers.
#5
He couldn't believe that Kronos would trust him so. Didn't believe the man would sleep in his presence. But there it was... Unless he was faking it. Pretending to sleep, to see if Methos would try something. Waiting for Methos to make one more move, one more mistake. Ambivalent, Methos spent half the night twisting and turning, thinking if he should... try again. If he should take this chance, seize the day, the moment, and kill Kronos in his sleep. A coward's way, for sure, but one that would work nonetheless. Simple and clean. He could kill him in this bed. Take the quickening... The other two would be easy to get rid of, to put out of the way. He thought about it, imagined every step.
And did nothing; dawn came, pale blue light through the strange, barred windows, and soon enough Kronos stirred and woke, smiling at his brother.
"I knew you'd never take my head," he said, confident, assured. He left the bed, and Methos stayed under the covers for a while longer.
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Five things that Kronos killed that he regretted -
cyberducksTime;
Methos' spirit;
Monkey X1488G;
His first wife;
Martin the lab guy, who was, in retrospect, showing signs of illness, but at the time was merely irritating beyond Kronos' ability to tolerate.
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Five historical figures Methos will not admit he knew, and why -
darthhellokitty#1
"I refuse to admit I've ever seen him, let alone talked to him," Methos says decidedly, "and I most certainly refuse to admit I ever gave him those mushrooms."
John, he remembers saying, John, my man... let me tell you a story.
[Predictably, Yokhanan/John of Patmos, the guy who wrote Revelations.]
#2
"Look, Will," he'd said back then, "romance is all well and nice, but what the audience really wants is a tragedy. Can't you maybe kill the bloke's father, or the girl's best friend, or something? Death sells. Trust me, I know."
He looked with distaste at the amateur production and the two actors, portraying the lovers, lying on the dusty stage next to each other. That hadn't been exactly what he meant. He thought more in the direction of minor character death, just to spice things up. Understatement, anyone?
Anyway, that was years ago. He's learned more about drama since.
[Lamely, Shakespeare.]
#3
"Oh, no... That's not me," Methos said upon being confronted by Duncan with the erotic and exaggerated description in the book. The Highlander was practically giggling. "No, not at all. Never knew her." He flipped a page. "Besides, you know I'm smaller than this."
[Anais Nin, per
cinder1013's idea.]#4
"I never knew Christina of Sweden."
Of course he knew her, and of course he supported her and of course, which is something he doesn't want to share with Duncan just now, but of course he likes mortals who are strong enough to denounce their generation's most strict conventions and do what they will, be who they are. He not only admires it, he's attracted to it. He just doesn't want to tell Duncan that, because sooner or later he will ask the man to put on a black leather corset and sheer silk stockings, and he doesn't want to jump the gun.
[Christina of Sweden, no idea why.]
#5
He had been intimate with both Sibylla and Isabella - they were unaware, of course, but they both requested he rid of the child. The king had value as an infant, but now, older, he was a nuisance to the others in line for the throne.
"Back then? Oh, I was... in Africa," Methos lies smoothly when that part of history comes up. He's not too proud of himself for that moment, but he's not particularly wrought with guilt, either.
[Baldwin V, by final vote of
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Five things Kronos never told Methos and why? -
mischief5#1
"Yes, I'm jealous, okay? I'm jealous, damnit. You gonna make something of it?"
[Because: he has pride]
#2
"Sure, I'll give up a life of crime just to be with you."
[Because: it's not his style]
#3
"Your white hat bounces in a silly fashion when you ride your horse."
[Because: you don't tell Death that to his face]
#4
"When you say those things like you live to serve me and all that, I get a very pleasant tingle."
[Because: he's an idiot like that, with the sharing of emotions]
#5
"Your plans suck. No, really, they suck. Drama? The hell?"
[Because: he's smitten]
*Man, that was fun. I should do that again some time. All the time, even.
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I'm really glad you enjoyed these. They were fun :)
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Thank *you* :)
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Which is not at all a bad thing! :)
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*loves*
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*snugglecuddles you*
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In his own way Methos is just as chilling as Kronos sometimes...
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In my mind, Methos is more chilling than Kronos. With Kronos, usually, what you see is what you get. With Methos...
I love the man, don't get me wrong. But he's more a scary fuck than a fluffy puppy.
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All the time? Yes, please! *squee*
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Aaanyway. Really glad you had fun :) Will gladly supply whenever I can and whenever I'm prompted. I'm easy like that.
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*points to [probably temporary] icon*
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