Who: Methos and Duncan MacLeod What: Still not talking about ghosts Where: The Boarding house When: Friday Rating/Warnings: TBD Status: Closed / Ongoing
The ghosts were gone and that was a palpable relief for Methos. Having Chronos there reminding him at every turn of his past and what kind of person he really was had worn his ability to be himself down to a thread until it wasn't just MacLeod noticing it. The Highlander was just the most persistent about asking him about it. Methos hadn't said anything about it no matter what MacLeod threw at him of course and he wasn't going to start admitting to anything now. Not when MacLeod didn't know.
There was no Chronos here to start a fight and force the two of them to take a double quickening. They'd never talked about it but Methos knew you saw into each other some when you did that. They were lucky, it could lead to seeing more than a little about each other in some cases. But that little bit had been enough to break through the anger the Highlander had at what Methos had been.
Good lord it was like he'd found out Santa Claus wasn't real when he found out Methos wasn't always a good man.
Methos had pulled up a brittle shell of being normal again with the ghosts gone so he was back to being in the kitchen drinking a beer and reading. It was in Ancient Greek of course but the woodcut illustrations showed it might be something along the line of fables or myths.