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Title: In The Thinking Man
Author: EstiRose
Fandom: Highlander: The Series (with reference to Highlander: The Raven)
Rating: 8+
Summary: Darius ponders Immortals, living, and thinking.
Word count: 334
The mystery of dying and coming back to life was something Darius had often pondered over his centuries as an immortal, especially after coming to Paris. Never leaving Holy Ground meant that he had lots and lots of time to think, at least when he wasn't helping his parishoniers or overseeing the church. Some times were busier than others, after all, but some times, he had the time for gentle contemplation of the world and his place in it.
Sometimes he talked about the issues with Father Liam, when Liam came to Darius' sanctuary, or over the phone, with references to Immortality omitted. But Liam dared more than he; even though Liam left his own Holy Ground rarely indeed.
But they had many discussions about it, talking about the miracle of dying and coming back to life, the theological implications, and the rules that Immortals should follow. Not morality, not ethics, because those changed. But some rules were universal; what Christians called the Golden Rule was a good, simple one that Darius wished that more people followed.
Especially when they were Immortals who could hold century-long grudges.
The Game might be cruel, turning Immortal against Immortal, but they held possibly long lives in return. Darius didn't think that everybody had to be saints, but he'd love it very much if people stopped to *think*. If people *thought* more, then maybe things would be better.
Then again, he had thought a lot as a general, and he hadn't started seeing the truth until he came to Paris. And after that, he'd had a lot of practice thinking. That's what priests were good at, after all, contemplating the nature and state of the soul.
He didn't think he'd come up with any amazing truths, despite his centuries of pondering. He wasn't a great genius, or theological specialist, except that he was a priest. He knew practical things, gave advice, tended his garden. And thought a lot about everything. Including mysteries. He had the time, after all.
Title: In The Thinking Man
Author: EstiRose
Fandom: Highlander: The Series (with reference to Highlander: The Raven)
Rating: 8+
Summary: Darius ponders Immortals, living, and thinking.
Word count: 334
The mystery of dying and coming back to life was something Darius had often pondered over his centuries as an immortal, especially after coming to Paris. Never leaving Holy Ground meant that he had lots and lots of time to think, at least when he wasn't helping his parishoniers or overseeing the church. Some times were busier than others, after all, but some times, he had the time for gentle contemplation of the world and his place in it.
Sometimes he talked about the issues with Father Liam, when Liam came to Darius' sanctuary, or over the phone, with references to Immortality omitted. But Liam dared more than he; even though Liam left his own Holy Ground rarely indeed.
But they had many discussions about it, talking about the miracle of dying and coming back to life, the theological implications, and the rules that Immortals should follow. Not morality, not ethics, because those changed. But some rules were universal; what Christians called the Golden Rule was a good, simple one that Darius wished that more people followed.
Especially when they were Immortals who could hold century-long grudges.
The Game might be cruel, turning Immortal against Immortal, but they held possibly long lives in return. Darius didn't think that everybody had to be saints, but he'd love it very much if people stopped to *think*. If people *thought* more, then maybe things would be better.
Then again, he had thought a lot as a general, and he hadn't started seeing the truth until he came to Paris. And after that, he'd had a lot of practice thinking. That's what priests were good at, after all, contemplating the nature and state of the soul.
He didn't think he'd come up with any amazing truths, despite his centuries of pondering. He wasn't a great genius, or theological specialist, except that he was a priest. He knew practical things, gave advice, tended his garden. And thought a lot about everything. Including mysteries. He had the time, after all.
