Journal Entry
By: Tea
Disclaimer: I own nothing in relation to Highlander or its characters.
Journal 2,014 - Entry 97
~ Sometimes I wonder how far my memory should reach back. Just when did I pull that first breath into a pair of tiny lungs and scream? This is not something I mention lightly.
I hate not being able to say just who I really am, where I came from, what my real name is.
As far back as I can remember I have wandered the world looking for someplace, the place, I can point to and say, I came from here.
Even Death wanted to belong, to be loved, why do you think that he clung to Persephone so tightly?
For a while I did belong. I had a family, brothers, or so I wanted to believe. I wanted to believe, to belong so badly.
But now in this 'modern' world I can finally, truely say that I do. I have friends and a lover who know who, what I once was, who I am now and want me anyway.
It no longer matters if I ever find that piece of land I was born to. Home is said to be where the heart is, where we make it.
My home is in my lover's arms.~
Methos closed his journal and put it on the nightstand next to him. Turning he looked at the warm body curled up next to and around his own.
The low light painted his lover's body in shades of soft yellow and gold, turning them into one of the Greek gods.
His own personal god, he liked the thought of that.
"Come back to sleep Methos." Murmered a voice from the pillow near his hip.
Smiling he turned off the light and slid in next to the warmth of his lover, his love, placing a kiss in their red/blond curls.
"My own personal Brat."
Journal 2,014 - Entry 97
~ Sometimes I wonder how far my memory should reach back. Just when did I pull that first breath into a pair of tiny lungs and scream? This is not something I mention lightly.
I hate not being able to say just who I really am, where I came from, what my real name is.
As far back as I can remember I have wandered the world looking for someplace, the place, I can point to and say, I came from here.
Even Death wanted to belong, to be loved, why do you think that he clung to Persephone so tightly?
For a while I did belong. I had a family, brothers, or so I wanted to believe. I wanted to believe, to belong so badly.
But now in this 'modern' world I can finally, truely say that I do. I have friends and a lover who know who, what I once was, who I am now and want me anyway.
It no longer matters if I ever find that piece of land I was born to. Home is said to be where the heart is, where we make it.
My home is in my lover's arms.~
Methos closed his journal and put it on the nightstand next to him. Turning he looked at the warm body curled up next to and around his own.
The low light painted his lover's body in shades of soft yellow and gold, turning them into one of the Greek gods.
His own personal god, he liked the thought of that.
"Come back to sleep Methos." Murmered a voice from the pillow near his hip.
Smiling he turned off the light and slid in next to the warmth of his lover, his love, placing a kiss in their red/blond curls.
"My own personal Brat."