broadsword_babe: (Miranda (sword 1))
Surprise! Your mother/a priest/an arch nemesis/the tax man/dinosaurs/your ex/a famous talk show host is at the door -- and at a most inopportune moment! Now what?!

It wasn't often that I indulged in making a batch of fudge, but it was definitely one of those days when I needed a bit of chocolate. Luckily, I already had everything on hand and wouldn't need to go to the market for anything. So, into the pot on the stove went the sugar, chocolate, condensed milk, and other ingredients. Now, anyone who knows me, knows that I'm a right grouch when I'm cooking. I can be a bit of a perfectionist about food, as with a lot of other things, and I don't tolerate interruptions very well. And, wouldn't you know, that's exactly what happened.

Quinnleigh Kincaid
Highlander OC
1530 Words
Natalie, [personal profile] jurisimmortalis, & Lance, [personal profile] her_champion, are Quinn's headmates.
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (light blue))
Based on RP here & here.

Quinn stared out at the sea from her office window. Much to her surprise, there were still a few Romans around, not just Lance. Naturally, she was still angry at him for never telling her, but she knew why he hadn't. Seemed her opinion of Rome, and Romans, was nearly legendary. She hated everything they stood for: conquering lands thatshould've been left to themselves, flogging and raping women so the men would submit, and pretty much being bullying blowards.

Mark had brought up the point that Romans weren't the only culture to use brutal methods, which was certainly true. They were simply more methodical and systematic about it. And she had employed the same systematic and methodical tactics, including crucifixion, as a way of giving them a taste of their own medicine. They truly hadn't expected the Celts, Icini, and Britons to just roll over and play nice, did they?

Even Marius had asked if she ever had a day not bemoaning the past. Two thousand years of hindsight wasn't something she could work through easily. And she did have her good days, even if she was getting to be a bit of a hermit. She'd made a few friends on the island, and now that Gav was back in Scotland, she'd be able to see him a bit more often, maybe.

Quinn knew she needed to let go of the past, her past. Natalie often chided her that she didn't know how to have fun. Naturally, she argued that playing chess was fun, as was reading and working out. Natalie had countered by asking when she had last screamed her head off at a rock concert, gone to see a movie that didn't involve subtitles, or spent a day shopping for shoes she didn't need.

Maybe having Natalie around wasn't such a bad thing. She may be able to teach her student how to survive, but her student may end up teaching her how to live.
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (Freyja))
Natalie didn't think Immortals could get sore, but she was wrong, again. Quinn was a hard teacher and definitely subscribed to the schools of hard-knocks and tough-love respectively. If she'd expected to be "mollycoddled" as Quinn put it, she'd have to find another teacher. Their lessons weren't always about fighting though. Natalie had learned how to change her appearance by using makeup, contacts, wigs and clothing. She'd been surprised when her eighteen-year-old self had stared back at her from the mirror. An hour later, she looked nearly sixty.

"So, why didn't you and Lance ever get together?" Natalie asked over tea one afternoon. "You know he's crazy about you."


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