Author's Note: A result of pre-finals ADD and having rewatched "City of Stone" and "Hunter's Moon" a few too many times. Loosely tied into my "Bad Guys"-one shots where I mentioned that upon his release from prison, Jason Canmore's been working along side Macbeth.
Visage
By: Silver Spider
He must have seen the image a thousand times, having lived in Scotland for a good portion of his childhood, but back then he knew only half the story.
Jason Canmore sat in one of the staff lounges in the history department of the university, a book of the history of medieval Scotland on his lap and a notepad at his right arm where he was recording all the changes that would have to be made into the text. He would have made notes in the margins, but Macbeth had vehemently forbade him from writing in the book.
At the moment though his eyes lingered on a photograph of an old etching with the subscript "Máel Coluim mac Donnchada".
Malcolm III of Scots.
Or Malcolm Canmore, his ancestor.
He cocked his head, examining it.
"Do I look like him?" the question left his mouth before he could think whether or not he really wanted to know the answer.
Macbeth came around to look over his shoulder, giving the image only a brief glance. After all, he did not need it to know what the man looked like. A thousand years had not dulled his memory of what he considered his real life.
"Aye," his uncle moved on to the small counter across the room. "A great deal."
Jason's heart sank a little, and he tried not to wince. He should not have asked. It felt terribly like a slap in the face, especially coming from the old king. What it must have sounded like to him... Do I look like the man who killed your son?
Macbeth did not seem bothered though. He turned back, cup of coffee in hand, and gave him a serious look.
"But you're not him. Not anymore. You're you."