the present now will later be past; methos (achanging) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-11-24 21:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *log, amanda, methos |
log: methos and amanda
Who: Amanda and Methos, with a combined total of over 6000 years of life.
What: Exploring Doors.
Where: Gotham. Bad timing amirite
When: nowish
Warnings/Rating: none yet, other than potential Gotham violence
Methos might—read, would--regret agreeing to try another door with Amanda, but the fact of the matter was that he was tired of Paris, he was tired of Seacouver, and he was tired of himself. He hadn't looked for Duncan in this place, and he was relieved he hadn't heard from him. But maybe if Duncan were here, he wouldn't have replied to Methos anyway--Methos wasn't sure the Highlander would trust him again. Amanda, though, she was a survivor. She understood his moral compass better than their very young, very chivalrous friend. Methos was looking to hide now, and her company he may be able to accept right now.
He wasn't sure if he could accept his own company, though.
If Immortals could have blood relatives, the Horsemen would be his brothers, and he had just killed one of them. Silas. Silas, his favorite of the four, because while he was as bad as the rest morally, he somehow wasn't. He was too simple, too childlike, too trusting in Methos to make a good plan and to look out for him. Methos found Caspian completely distasteful, Kronos frighteningly powerful, but Silas had an innocence about him that made his bloodlust somehow incomprehensible. In the two thousand years since they had ridden together, Kronos had tried to make other roving bands, Caspian had been branded as a serial killer and a cannibal, but Silas had remained isolated in the woods, not killing unless given direction. And Methos killed him for someone who hated him.
And now, he had Silas in his mind and he'd never be able to completely bury that side of himself, because Silas, poor, dumb Silas, wouldn't leave.
He needed to get away from everything he knew. Going into a door on his own was suicide, but with Amanda, he would have support, and that mattered.
Not that they had any idea where they were going, and that did put Methos on edge. But he stepped into the dark city and looked around with Amanda. Was it just him, or did it smell like blood and death?
"No offense, but we left Paris for this?" Where even were they?