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She smelled of Death.
Of decay, and blood, and all things that, in truth, should have driven him away from, her, but only seemed to draw him to her even more.
She looked Tired
Like someone who had lived through a hard life, and came out the other side a weary, battle worn soldier who, to him, still glowed brighter and harsher than any other person he had ever seen in his life.
She spoke of Pain
Of living a life of hurt, death, betrayal and too many other words that all meant the same to him, pain. The empty look in her eyes made him want to take her away from this life, and the people in it, who had caused such damage to this fallen angel
When he first touched her, she recoiled with such speed that it shocked even him, as ancient as he was. It brought out the most primitive feelings in him, wanting to rip to shreds the one that had caused her this fear, and panic, at the thought of anyone touching her.
She tasted like Age.
Like she had wisdom in her that none such as her should ever have.
But no matter how broken this tiny warrior was, Methos was hooked.
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