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Wednesday - Colors
It's Wednesday, and our prompt today is colors. Maybe one of your characters has a secret favorite color. Maybe they really look great in blue shirts. Maybe they accidentally (or not-so-accidentally) get covered in sparkly green glitter. Your prompt can be silly or serious, longer or shorter, but it must have something to do with a color.
The rules:
-No more than five prompts in a row
-No more than three prompts per fandom
-If your prompts get answered, feel free to post more
-No spoilers in your prompt for at least a week after publication/air date
-If there are spoilers in your fic response, please warn and leave adequate space following the warning to let folks give it a pass.
Please take mercy on our hard working code monkeys and format your prompts properly (and try not to make them overly long).
For example:
-Stargate Atlantis/Stargate SG1, John/Cam, dress blues
-Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny + Grace, Grace makes Steve the pinkest card ever for his birthday
-Sanctuary, Tesla and Magnus, "you're out of red wine again"
Tag=color
Have fun!
The rules:
-No more than five prompts in a row
-No more than three prompts per fandom
-If your prompts get answered, feel free to post more
-No spoilers in your prompt for at least a week after publication/air date
-If there are spoilers in your fic response, please warn and leave adequate space following the warning to let folks give it a pass.
Please take mercy on our hard working code monkeys and format your prompts properly (and try not to make them overly long).
For example:
-Stargate Atlantis/Stargate SG1, John/Cam, dress blues
-Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny + Grace, Grace makes Steve the pinkest card ever for his birthday
-Sanctuary, Tesla and Magnus, "you're out of red wine again"
Tag=color
Have fun!
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Highlander, future!fic, gen
(I have seen the painting mentioned herein. In person. It is amazing. I want it for my own wall.
Also, I hope all the names/personas make sense.
And, um, this started out as something different, with a more obvious use of your prompt. But this is what it wanted to be, so.)
Methos has skill as a painter. Of course he does. He has eternity to master anything, so he has mastered everything. But the truly crafty always keep something back.
Adam Pierson was not an artist. A doodler, certainly, but nothing impressive. And Ben Matheson is nothing to write home about, either, but he's loved the arts all his life. So when his sponsor Duncan MacLeod calls him early one morning to invite him to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, well. He could refuse, of course. But a good little boy wouldn’t, and Ben is so very young, and desirous of an adult’s praise and approval.
"Ben!" MacLeod calls. "Come see this one."
"And whose clever idea was it to take the children to the museum today?" Ben murmurs to Mr. Dawson, hurrying to MacLeod’s side with an exuberant smile.
Mr. Dawson’s guffaw follows him, to a huge painting of horses. “Gorgeous,” Ben breathes. MacLeod claps him on the shoulder, and Ben would say something more, but his eyes are following the lines of the horses. He wouldn’t be surprised if they thundered right off the wall.
Ben has never ridden a horse. He’s been poor all his life, and lived on the streets for three months, and was caught by the police, turned over to CPS, and fostered by a couple determined to see him excel. And then he was chosen by MacLeod, and sent to one of the best schools in the country, and here he is, staring at the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen, in utter awe.
Ben can only marvel at the horses. They look so strong. He wonders what it’d be like to ride them, and if he had an audience beyond Mr. Dawson, he’d ask MacLeod, and hang onto every word.
Methos, though. Methos knows. He misses riding across a plain, his brothers abreast of him, out of the sun and into the horizon, the world theirs for the taking. Ben will go back to his dorm and dream of horses. He’ll check out horse books from the library, watch videos online, and fall head-over-heels in love.
But Methos. Methos will go to the place where home is tonight, pull out a well-hidden sketchbook, and breathe life into his favorite pale mare again.
“Isn’t it something?” MacLeod asks.
Ben nods enthusiastically. He’s never seen a more amazing sight in his short, pain-filled life.
Methos… Methos is a master of horses. In his next life, he’ll return to them and ride out of the sun, into the horizon.
Re: Highlander, future!fic, gen
Re: Highlander, future!fic, gen