sparklebutch

Title: Conifer
Fandom: Highlander
Characters: Silas
From silvercobwebs: Silas, plant; here




He plants a tree and watches it grow, watches it become a giant, and then he watches it die.

He plants flowers every spring. Before he knows it, spring is around the corner again.

He plants those bulbous ones, flowers and vegetables, and they appear to die but every season they return.

Silas is never tired of it, never tires of nature. He plants another tree, and another. They are tall, they are strong. They grow for many years, longer than any other living creature, except him. Silas likes them, his silent companions. When they die, he chops them down and sets them on fire, to keep himself warm during long, hard winters. As the centuries go by, the forest becomes larger around him; leaves change colour every season, and the woods spread far and wide.




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Methuselah
Prometheus

Title: Initiation
Fandom: Highlander
Pairing: Kronos/Duncan, +
Prompt: dancing, from oxoniensis' Porn Battle V
Beta and responsibility: ceruleancat


( Every step is like dancing... )

Two Trees / a mythology & Methos origin story


When Adam roamed between the trees, looking for leaves to cover his shame, the serpent slid fast and silent towards the other tree. Knowledge wasn't enough for him; the eye-opening experience of gaining a mind, an awareness, the moment of turning from beast to sentient - he'd already done that. He wanted more.

He knew that soon enough, shit would hit the fan. He crawled, slid, slipped quickly up the branches and sank his sharp, elongated teeth into the sweet fruit.

They were both kicked out, of course. But all man had was toil, sweat and tears; all he could look forward to was childbirth and then death. The serpent, now nothing more than a myth, walking on two legs, had neither to expect, to live for. Only immortality to regret.

Title: Five Encounters On The Road
Main character: Ethan Rayne
Fandoms: Buffy, X-Files, Highlander, Dr Who, Music
Rating: safe for all
Summary: Five Rides Ethan Hitched From Nevada
Five ficlets



Title: Hangover
Character: Giles
drabble

Title: A Place in the Sun
Fandoms: Buffy, Highlander
Characters: Ethan, Methos
Summary: Ethan's in Spain

Title: Four Elements
Fandom: Highlander
Characters: Methos, Kronos
Prompt: highlander100 challenge #146; Elements: Fire, Water, Air and Earth.


# Fire #

Fire in his eyes, fire in his smile; fire he sets to the first hut, then the next. Fire is a deathly trap around the screaming people, their hair on fire, terror in their eyes. The flames are reflected in Kronos' eyes, bring shining heat to their cold surface. He does this for pleasure, he does this to taste their fear, nothing else. The horses are nervous; they're new ones. They want to turn away, run as far as their strong, long legs will take them. Within months they'll be used to the stench of smoke, indifferent to the flames.

[100][Q to Kronos]

# Water #

His hair is wet, plastered to his face. The lake is placid, green and blue, and he swims, letting the water part under his long strokes. Oasis in mid-desert, between dusty, dead mountains; far away from all dwellings of man. Here they can let the masks fall, let the water wash their faces of war paint. Methos closes his eyes and dives under.

When he rises back to the surface, shaking his head like a dog to drive the droplets out, he notices he's being watched. Kronos sits cross-legged on a patch of sand, observing with hawk-like eyes.

[100][Q to Methos]

# Air #

Hundreds of years may have passed, but still Methos wakes at night, on occasions few and far between, and expects Kronos to be there. He turns to his side, throws his arm around air.

It was his choice to leave, his many good reasons to escape that life which is long gone; still Methos sometimes looks in the mirror and it's Death's face there, and he can hear his brother's laughter.

He dreads the day he'll see Kronos again, fears for his lifestyle if not his life. He thinks he senses someone, turns quickly, and there's nothing there but air.

[100][Q to Caspian]

# Earth #

He digs, sweat on his brow. The shovel hits the hard ground insistently. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, he thinks with bitter amusement. Flesh to flesh. Immortality to the grave.

Shallow graves, he thinks. Deep burials are designed to keep the dead as far from you as possible. He owes them at least this, the shallow. A few feet closer to sunlight. Sentimental? Maybe.

He's doing this alone. No help from MacLeod. He asked for it. Wonders if Kronos would've liked it better or worse this way. Decides it doesn't matter anymore. Leaning on the shovel, Methos silently grieves.

[100][Q to Silas]

Title: Missing Chronicles cont.
Fandom: HL
Character: Joe, Methos
Prompt: highlander100 Challenge #145 Missing Chronicles XI
Note: I cheat.
Sequel to this.
Chronicles: Challenge 3 "Swords", Challenge 53 "Watcher Chronicle Entries", Challenge 103 "Little Black Dress", Challenge 109 "Sex"


( Three drabbles )

Title: Kiss of Death
Fandom: Highlander, [?]
Characters: Horsemen
Note: sorry.
Prompt: "kiss", for highlander100 #144
Summary: "Once we rode out of the sun..."



Warpaint applied in utter seriousness; mere colours, pigments rubbed on skin, but they bring such a change to a man's face. Each of the ancient immortals concentrates on his pattern, his own unique expression in paint.

The Horsemen ride again.

They walk in a line, Kronos first, Caspian after him, eager; Silas behind, his large figure hulking over the smaller, fleeting mortal helpers who skitter around them. Methos drags his feet, last in line, resigned.

The lights behind them are as bright as the sun, and a voice calls out,

"Ladies and gentlemen, the hottest band in the world, KISS!!!"


[100][Q to Gene Kronos]

Title: One Of A Thousand Regrets
Fandom: Highlander
Character: Cassandra
Summary: just an idea I had that needs work on, but I'm too tired, so drabbled instead.



Heroic as he was, compassionate as he was, Cassandra couldn't help but feel resentment towards Duncan MacLeod. Yes, he believed in second chances, and yes, he fought for her honour, for her safety, but Cassandra could not, did not want, to see his face for a long while after that day.

It left a bitter taste in her mouth. A sense of regret, of loss. Not just the fact that Methos lived, his miserable long existence saved by Duncan's wishes, but even more than that, it was Duncan's victory. The fact it wasn't her own sword that took Kronos' life.

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