Work Text:
Methos threw his sword aside and sank to his knees waiting. The quickening jolted through his body like lightening in a storm in equal parts pleasure and pain. God he hated the painful part of the quickenings they always left him wrecked.
"tigriswolf" prompted for the 42 words Theme: Highlander, Methos, lightning
Methos threw his sword aside and sank to his knees waiting. The quickening jolted through his body like lightening in a storm in equal parts pleasure and pain. God he hated the painful part of the quickenings they always left him wrecked.