(Started this after all my apologizing and got sidetracked by RL. *Facepalm.* Originally my brain locked up at the Monty Python. Here goes...)
Adam heard the old man's question, but it felt out of sync. He couldn't say for certain if it felt out of sync with him, or the world. When the non-human albino stepped forward out of the space they'd stood in together, Adam had his answer. He stumbled back, watching the other cut down the old man with a huge black sword that seemed to flicker with black flames.
As the armored man turned to look at them Adam's eyes were caught by the ruby red of the other man's eyes. He took no notice of how the camp around them turned to blackness. It didn't matter next to the odd feeling of kinship he had meeting those alien eyes. Adam couldn't say where the feeling came from, but he knew it ran deeper than armor or swords.
Oona spoke a name, "Elric," and for all the feeling of kinship it struck no cord in Adam. He watched how she returned to normal speaking to the man she called father -- watched too how the huge black sword disappeared. Adam didn't follow Elric's explanation of what he was, his attention on the great wound that seemed to appear right through the man's heart then fade.
Elric's words once he and Oona were looking at him -- the words, "You cannot ever take back the past, the wrongs done," those struck a cord. They rang through Adam and he found a name he'd lost, his own "Methos." Somewhere in the weight of the words as they struck him was the link, the connection he felt with Elric. There was something very similar in their pasts.
Methos listened passively while the man he shared a common tragedy with spoke to his daughter of how she should've been a princess. He didn't flinch when Elric's eyes returned to him, hearing out his words. Methos smiled thinly as the other spoke of their similarities. He nodded with Elric's insistence he must keep Oona from the sword, not even sure why.
The smile on Methos face widened at the mention of the temptation being hard to resist a response to the words resting on his tongue. Quietly he heard out the rest of Elric's words before he told him with a grin, "I'm tougher than I look." While Methos said it easily enough, there was a trace of uncertainty in him. What would the sword feel like in his hands?
He watched Elric turn eyes full of pain and regret to his daughter, listening to him speak to her about him -- about something she could do for him if she chose to. Methos frowned slightly, the words "fate is double edge" stabbing at him. He reflexively reached out to catch the item Elric tossed to him. Methos didn't truly see it until he was holding it.
The platinum charm on it's necklace of the same metal felt good in his hand. Methos looked at it curiously, not certain what to make of it being a set of balanced scales. His head came up from his examination of the charm at Elric's words. Methos opened his mouth to protest, and found himself waking up before the words could pass his lips. Or he seemed to be awake.
Methos felt the very solid presence of the charm still in his hand. He looked down at it not sure what to do next. Find Oona? Hide the charm somewhere? Oddest to him was a feeling he should put it on. It had come to Methos by magic -- likely was some manner of magic itself, Methos couldn't know what would happen if he put it on yet the feeling he should remained.
Uncertain about the charm he decided he should find Oona. Methos slid the charm into a pocket, resisting the urge to put on, and went in search of her.
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[Methos]
Date: 2007-06-19 05:04 am (UTC)Adam heard the old man's question, but it felt out of sync. He couldn't say for certain if it felt out of sync with him, or the world. When the non-human albino stepped forward out of the space they'd stood in together, Adam had his answer. He stumbled back, watching the other cut down the old man with a huge black sword that seemed to flicker with black flames.
As the armored man turned to look at them Adam's eyes were caught by the ruby red of the other man's eyes. He took no notice of how the camp around them turned to blackness. It didn't matter next to the odd feeling of kinship he had meeting those alien eyes. Adam couldn't say where the feeling came from, but he knew it ran deeper than armor or swords.
Oona spoke a name, "Elric," and for all the feeling of kinship it struck no cord in Adam. He watched how she returned to normal speaking to the man she called father -- watched too how the huge black sword disappeared. Adam didn't follow Elric's explanation of what he was, his attention on the great wound that seemed to appear right through the man's heart then fade.
Elric's words once he and Oona were looking at him -- the words, "You cannot ever take back the past, the wrongs done," those struck a cord. They rang through Adam and he found a name he'd lost, his own "Methos." Somewhere in the weight of the words as they struck him was the link, the connection he felt with Elric. There was something very similar in their pasts.
Methos listened passively while the man he shared a common tragedy with spoke to his daughter of how she should've been a princess. He didn't flinch when Elric's eyes returned to him, hearing out his words. Methos smiled thinly as the other spoke of their similarities. He nodded with Elric's insistence he must keep Oona from the sword, not even sure why.
The smile on Methos face widened at the mention of the temptation being hard to resist a response to the words resting on his tongue. Quietly he heard out the rest of Elric's words before he told him with a grin, "I'm tougher than I look." While Methos said it easily enough, there was a trace of uncertainty in him. What would the sword feel like in his hands?
He watched Elric turn eyes full of pain and regret to his daughter, listening to him speak to her about him -- about something she could do for him if she chose to. Methos frowned slightly, the words "fate is double edge" stabbing at him. He reflexively reached out to catch the item Elric tossed to him. Methos didn't truly see it until he was holding it.
The platinum charm on it's necklace of the same metal felt good in his hand. Methos looked at it curiously, not certain what to make of it being a set of balanced scales. His head came up from his examination of the charm at Elric's words. Methos opened his mouth to protest, and found himself waking up before the words could pass his lips. Or he seemed to be awake.
Methos felt the very solid presence of the charm still in his hand. He looked down at it not sure what to do next. Find Oona? Hide the charm somewhere? Oddest to him was a feeling he should put it on. It had come to Methos by magic -- likely was some manner of magic itself, Methos couldn't know what would happen if he put it on yet the feeling he should remained.
Uncertain about the charm he decided he should find Oona. Methos slid the charm into a pocket, resisting the urge to put on, and went in search of her.