Title: Gossamer
Fandom: Highlander
Rating: G
Length: 200
Content notes: N/A
Author notes: Thanks go to Zana, Morgynleri & Icka for encouragement & sanity-checking.
Photo is from this post by dhaami on wordpress.
Summary: Gossamer and granite, gold and mist

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Sometimes Methos felt the years like layers of gossamer laid one atop the other, moire texture, translucent, transparent, moving like water suspended in air, fog, mist, going down and down and down to infinity, endless. Other times, the weight of time was lead and gold and granite on his back, pressing against his skin, dragging against his bones, making every movement and effort. It was so easy then to let languor take him, days together spent hardly moving, barely remembering to breathe, even thought slow and thick and too much of work to pursue, a kind of eternal ennui. There were other days when the minutes stabbed at him, each one bright and hard and immediate, pointed, poignant, cruel in their desperate presentness. But some moments were wishes, reached for with hopeless longing, rarely achieved, but inhabited fully when they were, and never forgotten.

This was such a moment, lying here with Alexa in his arms: gossamer and granite, gold and mist bound inextricably together. Never enough time, not really. So make time, take the time you have, each moment, breath, spark of light, touch, togetherness. Love and be loved, now and here. Hold that to be enough. Hold on.

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