I spam with fic ^_~
Apr. 30th, 2007 12:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
neekabeMillennium A gathering fic. A death fic. I started reading it half way through (... this is not uncommon for me)
But this one chunk of text stuck with me. It is very spoilery for the fic though.
I think this is the most apt way of describing Methos' death; focus on the descruction and damage to of the aspects of history that exist within the city.
In Paris, no mortal lives were lost . . . but the immense lead roof-panels had been peeled right off the Pantheon, and windows had shattered in Notre Dame, and Saint-Chapelle had suffered a devastation of stained glass. Museums all over the city closed for emergency repairs. The roof of the Maison de Balzac had been destroyed by a falling tree. Nor was the damage confined to heritage buildings: everywhere you went, roof-tiles had flown away and chimney-pots had been smashed down. Metals signs and awnings lay strewn in the gutters, broken branches were everywhere.
Sorrowful workers at Versailles surveyed ten thousand uprooted trees. The Ile de la Cite was flooded--its quays submerged, and gulls roosting boldly on the half-submerged quay-side benches with their rustic wrought-iron backs. Floodwater was even seeping into the storage basements of the Louvre, causing les curators to gnash their teeth and tear their hair in grief.
I'm gonna go wibble in a corner now ^_~
But this one chunk of text stuck with me. It is very spoilery for the fic though.
I think this is the most apt way of describing Methos' death; focus on the descruction and damage to of the aspects of history that exist within the city.
In Paris, no mortal lives were lost . . . but the immense lead roof-panels had been peeled right off the Pantheon, and windows had shattered in Notre Dame, and Saint-Chapelle had suffered a devastation of stained glass. Museums all over the city closed for emergency repairs. The roof of the Maison de Balzac had been destroyed by a falling tree. Nor was the damage confined to heritage buildings: everywhere you went, roof-tiles had flown away and chimney-pots had been smashed down. Metals signs and awnings lay strewn in the gutters, broken branches were everywhere.
Sorrowful workers at Versailles surveyed ten thousand uprooted trees. The Ile de la Cite was flooded--its quays submerged, and gulls roosting boldly on the half-submerged quay-side benches with their rustic wrought-iron backs. Floodwater was even seeping into the storage basements of the Louvre, causing les curators to gnash their teeth and tear their hair in grief.
I'm gonna go wibble in a corner now ^_~