Chrysalis
Sometimes,
just for the hell of it,
Methos reinvents himself. Not just
the Adam-ish, Benjamin-y variations on a theme that he usually goes
with, but someone completely new. Someone different, but not…alien. Not
that. He's tried very hard not to be that.
The length of years
and centuries make him crave the occasional novelty; a break from the
unassuming, mild-mannered, wallpaper-bland selves he slips into for
camouflage. A change from the crushing sameness of an ever-changing
world.
He sits, thinking, fanning out his
lives like a hand of solitaire.
Hmm…. It's been a long time since he was a woman.
