Love of the Senses
AN: A prompt from a friend led me to write a series of drabbles for Methos from Highlander. This was 5 times Methos fell in love, I was suddenly hit with an idea for how to approach the idea that wasn't listing 5 women he had come to marry…out of the what? 74? Something like that. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Highlander
Sight
Methos, rose up yet again, his body rebuilding itself from what little remains it had left. The trek had been harsh, to say the least, but the fall had been harder. Rubbing a hand through his blood clotted hair Methos blinked his blurry eyes and looked back towards his destination, relieved he hadn't fallen too far. It had been enough to kill, but he would still make it in time.
Forcing himself to his feet, Methos pressed on, his limbs becoming more steady and stronger with each passing minute as his Quickening continued to repair the lesser damages caused by his fall. Calloused hands searched out more secure holds as he booted feet propelled him up the slop with renewed vigor. He wasn't about to miss this spectacle, men had whispered of it from the moment Methos had arrived in the small village, and his curiosity grew until he could stand it no longer.
Careful now of the section of crumbling stone Methose hauled himself past it, and pressed on finally reaching the summit. Pulling himself up over the edge, he was shocked to find what appeared to be a small lake the waters smooth undisturbed by animal or wind.
He sat in a meditative state, the area around him requiring such calm, and as evening faded the lights began to shimmer across the waters and through the skies, waves of blues and purples. It captured Methos attention his mouth falling open in absolute awe; never before had he witnessed such a sight.
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Morganeth Taren'drel