Day 2: EMO ROG
Dec. 3rd, 2009 02:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iliaTitle: EMO ROG
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Highlander
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Date: December 02
Author’s Notes: No, I don't know why.
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What good was the gift of being an Immortal once you lost the will to fight to live?
“A waste,” he muttered aloud. Melancholy, old man.
In the countless days that were set before him, there was always the chance of losing his head. It was the eldest that always had to guard against the insanity that the passing of time wrought. Fast, days flitting by like granules of sand consumed by the sea and taking with them loved ones. Slow—plodding and eternal—wearing down the spirit with the promise of a life that consisted of a single unending moment.
It was never the same day twice. And yet…they were all the same. Fleeting. Insubstantial.
Methos sighed.
Bourbon and Christmas. The combination never failed to make him broodier than any sodding comic book hero, which was ridiculous because he’d been born before the creation of the bloody holiday.
“I need vodka.”
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Highlander
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Date: December 02
Author’s Notes: No, I don't know why.
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What good was the gift of being an Immortal once you lost the will to fight to live?
“A waste,” he muttered aloud. Melancholy, old man.
In the countless days that were set before him, there was always the chance of losing his head. It was the eldest that always had to guard against the insanity that the passing of time wrought. Fast, days flitting by like granules of sand consumed by the sea and taking with them loved ones. Slow—plodding and eternal—wearing down the spirit with the promise of a life that consisted of a single unending moment.
It was never the same day twice. And yet…they were all the same. Fleeting. Insubstantial.
Methos sighed.
Bourbon and Christmas. The combination never failed to make him broodier than any sodding comic book hero, which was ridiculous because he’d been born before the creation of the bloody holiday.
“I need vodka.”
