Highlander drabbles for the comm
May. 26th, 2007 01:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Immies Will Be Immies
Fandom: Highlander
Character: Methos
Type: Gen
Prompt: "Reflex action" for
highlander100 #139
Methos waits. He knows Duncan should be here in the next half hour, and he's in no hurry. The bar is dark, the music pleasant, the beer is... well, it's a drink. At moments like this, he can almost feel like a normal human being, at least for a while.
When he feels it, the presence, all the hairs on the back of his neck stand. He glances around, fast and unnoticed, hand goes straight to his sword, fingers touching cold metal before he relaxes.
"It's just me," Duncan says and sits across the table.
"Reflex," Methos smiles in apology.
[100][Q to Methos]
Title: Exercise In Futility
Fandom: Highlander
Type: Gen
Prompt: "Dead end" for
highlander100 #139
In the end, there can be only one. That doesn't bode well for the rest of us, does it? Means that no matter how much you fight, or hide in some people's case, you are more likely, most likely, to end up dead. What a waste.
Not such a great species to belong to. Immortality seems nice, but it's not really, not if all but one must give it up sooner or later. Sooner, usually, now that the hunters of the tender youths roam everywhere, hacking heads off without so much as an introduction. It's nothing but a dead end.
[100][Q to Richie]
Title: Practice Makes Perfect
Fandom: Highlander
Character: Methos/Duncan
Type: Slash adult
Prompt: "Reflex action" for
highlander100 #139
Duncan surfaces, chokes, coughs. Clears his throat a few more times.
"Don't push yourself," Methos says, because he cares, and because he's not an ass. Duncan returns gingerly to the task, feels the ache in his jaw settling in.
A little while later: Methos dives down, swallowing Duncan to the root. The sensation is overwhelming, but even more than that, the sight; Methos' nose in Duncan's curls, old mischievous eyes sparkling when he looks up and winks, mouth stretched around Duncan's cock. Doesn't take long for the Highlander.
"Reflexes can be unlearned," Methos smiles with a mouth full of come.
[100][Q to Duncan]
Fandom: Highlander
Character: Methos
Type: Gen
Prompt: "Reflex action" for
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
Methos waits. He knows Duncan should be here in the next half hour, and he's in no hurry. The bar is dark, the music pleasant, the beer is... well, it's a drink. At moments like this, he can almost feel like a normal human being, at least for a while.
When he feels it, the presence, all the hairs on the back of his neck stand. He glances around, fast and unnoticed, hand goes straight to his sword, fingers touching cold metal before he relaxes.
"It's just me," Duncan says and sits across the table.
"Reflex," Methos smiles in apology.
[100][Q to Methos]
Title: Exercise In Futility
Fandom: Highlander
Type: Gen
Prompt: "Dead end" for
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
In the end, there can be only one. That doesn't bode well for the rest of us, does it? Means that no matter how much you fight, or hide in some people's case, you are more likely, most likely, to end up dead. What a waste.
Not such a great species to belong to. Immortality seems nice, but it's not really, not if all but one must give it up sooner or later. Sooner, usually, now that the hunters of the tender youths roam everywhere, hacking heads off without so much as an introduction. It's nothing but a dead end.
[100][Q to Richie]
Title: Practice Makes Perfect
Fandom: Highlander
Character: Methos/Duncan
Type: Slash adult
Prompt: "Reflex action" for
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
Duncan surfaces, chokes, coughs. Clears his throat a few more times.
"Don't push yourself," Methos says, because he cares, and because he's not an ass. Duncan returns gingerly to the task, feels the ache in his jaw settling in.
A little while later: Methos dives down, swallowing Duncan to the root. The sensation is overwhelming, but even more than that, the sight; Methos' nose in Duncan's curls, old mischievous eyes sparkling when he looks up and winks, mouth stretched around Duncan's cock. Doesn't take long for the Highlander.
"Reflexes can be unlearned," Methos smiles with a mouth full of come.
[100][Q to Duncan]
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Date: 2007-05-26 01:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-26 01:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-26 11:20 pm (UTC)The middle one - how do these tender youths become immortal? Is it something taken on, or are they born that way? And are they really immortal if they're going to die anyway? If there can be only one, seems more like taking a chance at immortality-roulette, really. There's only one empty chamber in this gun...
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Date: 2007-05-26 11:32 pm (UTC)There can be only one isn't a gamble as much as a talent show... Well, a competition. Whoever has the skill - and luck, and personality for it - will be the one left standing. Probably. Or else the one who'll cheat.
My fandom lacks inner logic.
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Date: 2007-05-27 12:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-27 12:30 am (UTC)