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Nov. 23rd, 2005
It all started on the MSN.
Dresta: Did you know that the Kaali meteorite crater is about 5000 years old?
Calime: Are you insinuating something?
Dresta: Well, it did occur to me too...
Calime: I do not need any more plot bunnies!
Dresta: *insert evil laugh*
Dresta: Hmmm...The newspaper says that Estonia is the country with the highest density of meteorite craters per square kilometer in the whole world.
Calime: *laughs* Writer: Methos, would you like to go visit home again?
Methos: Are you kidding me? It is a very unhealthy place - cold, dark, damp, and the rocks keep falling from the sky.
It all went downhill from there...
So I give you my latest madness a work in progress:
Part 0/?
Title : Sleeping Sun
Disclaimers: Duncan, Methos and Joe don’t belong to me, but to some bighat production company Over There. I could not afford the upkeep anyway, as I suck at getting blood out of the laundry. The Kalevala does not belong to me either, per se, but as a person of Fenno-Ugrian descent, I might claim that it is my cultural heritage. Or something. All said, I get no financial gain out of it (rather the opposite, ’cause the thing does tend to interfere with my various jobs); no sense in sueing me, because when the bank has extracted the mortgages, all that is left is just poor little me, and I make a lousy body slave ( I’m lazy, bratty and might take spanking as a reward).
Warnings: First and foremost, this is a work in progress. It is subject to change and I cannot guarantee when it will be finished. So far I don’t think there is much in here that requires warnings, well, not very dire ones at least. Just, as it is a Methos-origins story, don’t expect a lot of Duncan or Joe in it. They’re just listening to the old guy. And don’t expect me to try to give the late Neolithic/early Bronze Age people any ’historically correct’ speech patterns. I wasn’t there, and it’s Methos retelling it. Some of the story may be historically/geographically correct, but fortunately not much.
Notes: The Kalevala was compiled by Elias Lönnrot. The English translation quoted here is by John Martin Crawford.
Oh, and this is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dresta11 , because it is really her fault.
The title is borrowed without permission from the song by the Nightwish, from their album ‘Oceanborn’ . Lyrics of the song for those that are interested are: ( here )
Dresta: Did you know that the Kaali meteorite crater is about 5000 years old?
Calime: Are you insinuating something?
Dresta: Well, it did occur to me too...
Calime: I do not need any more plot bunnies!
Dresta: *insert evil laugh*
Dresta: Hmmm...The newspaper says that Estonia is the country with the highest density of meteorite craters per square kilometer in the whole world.
Calime: *laughs* Writer: Methos, would you like to go visit home again?
Methos: Are you kidding me? It is a very unhealthy place - cold, dark, damp, and the rocks keep falling from the sky.
It all went downhill from there...
So I give you
Part 0/?
Title : Sleeping Sun
Disclaimers: Duncan, Methos and Joe don’t belong to me, but to some bighat production company Over There. I could not afford the upkeep anyway, as I suck at getting blood out of the laundry. The Kalevala does not belong to me either, per se, but as a person of Fenno-Ugrian descent, I might claim that it is my cultural heritage. Or something. All said, I get no financial gain out of it (rather the opposite, ’cause the thing does tend to interfere with my various jobs); no sense in sueing me, because when the bank has extracted the mortgages, all that is left is just poor little me, and I make a lousy body slave ( I’m lazy, bratty and might take spanking as a reward).
Warnings: First and foremost, this is a work in progress. It is subject to change and I cannot guarantee when it will be finished. So far I don’t think there is much in here that requires warnings, well, not very dire ones at least. Just, as it is a Methos-origins story, don’t expect a lot of Duncan or Joe in it. They’re just listening to the old guy. And don’t expect me to try to give the late Neolithic/early Bronze Age people any ’historically correct’ speech patterns. I wasn’t there, and it’s Methos retelling it. Some of the story may be historically/geographically correct, but fortunately not much.
Notes: The Kalevala was compiled by Elias Lönnrot. The English translation quoted here is by John Martin Crawford.
Oh, and this is for
dresta11 , because it is really her fault.The title is borrowed without permission from the song by the Nightwish, from their album ‘Oceanborn’ . Lyrics of the song for those that are interested are: ( here )
Sleeping Sun, part 3/?
Nov. 23rd, 2005 01:35 pm( that's the last one for now )
I'm working on the next chapter and will post it as soon as it is finished.
I'm working on the next chapter and will post it as soon as it is finished.
Two drabbles
Nov. 23rd, 2005 11:13 pmTwo drabbles posted to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
highlander100
Challenge - EMBARASSED
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, won't admit to anything.
Rating: PG-13 perhaps, for m/m innuendo
Duncan gritted his teeth to suppress a heartfelt groan and without thought tangled his hands in Methos’ hair.
’Ouch, damn, let go of my hair!’ came a somewhat muffled exclamation from the vicinity of his groin. Methos looked up, managing to look haughtily affronted despite the knife held between his teeth.
’Turn more towards the streetlight’, he ordered, removing the knife, ’or I might cut into something important. And next time, when you put my gun in your pocket, try putting the safety on.’
Duncan leaned back against the wall, wondering whether it would be possible to feel more embarassed.
*********************************************
Joe was about to turn and go back in to the bar, when he heard the moan. Two stealthy steps, and he was able to crane his neck carefully around the corner…and stop in sudden embarassment.
Duncan MacLeod was leaning back against the wall and the man kneeling between his thighs looked suspiciously like Methos. And…Joe blinked and looked again…yes, Mac’s pants were definitely bunched around his knees. Holy smoke.
With a sudden exclamation, Methos half turned, holding something tiny and glinting up to the streetlight. The satisfaction in his voice was evident. ’Look, Mac, I got the bullet out!’
highlander100Challenge - EMBARASSED
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, won't admit to anything.
Rating: PG-13 perhaps, for m/m innuendo
Duncan gritted his teeth to suppress a heartfelt groan and without thought tangled his hands in Methos’ hair.
’Ouch, damn, let go of my hair!’ came a somewhat muffled exclamation from the vicinity of his groin. Methos looked up, managing to look haughtily affronted despite the knife held between his teeth.
’Turn more towards the streetlight’, he ordered, removing the knife, ’or I might cut into something important. And next time, when you put my gun in your pocket, try putting the safety on.’
Duncan leaned back against the wall, wondering whether it would be possible to feel more embarassed.
*********************************************
Joe was about to turn and go back in to the bar, when he heard the moan. Two stealthy steps, and he was able to crane his neck carefully around the corner…and stop in sudden embarassment.
Duncan MacLeod was leaning back against the wall and the man kneeling between his thighs looked suspiciously like Methos. And…Joe blinked and looked again…yes, Mac’s pants were definitely bunched around his knees. Holy smoke.
With a sudden exclamation, Methos half turned, holding something tiny and glinting up to the streetlight. The satisfaction in his voice was evident. ’Look, Mac, I got the bullet out!’
