The Glitter Jungle:
Fiction:
The End of Time
Post gathering ficlet, K/M
And we danced, quiet in the darkness. Swaying in each other's arms. I have craved him for so long. Was it an eternity since Macleod took my head?
Hello, wicked, I whispered to him when he arrived. He was clueless, had no idea. But I knew that the time of the Gathering had arrived and when it was all over, Macleod took him too. He was left the only one. And the Quickening that took Methos' head and his life brought him here to be with me. In this gory place inside Macleod's mind. Endless bleeding from the neck, like some sort of an immortal stigmata, and dancing in the shadows that were once our lives and are now his.
What do you want from me, were his first words. I grinned. Knew I'd
have him again sooner or later. There was no way out of here. As we melted
into Macleod's consciousness, Methos melted in my arms.
Info:
"Hello wicked, Stigmata, And we danced, melt, What do
you want from me, clueless, crave"
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