Drunken Tales - A Story of Love and Loss
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A fanfic by fanlass adapted for commaful. see the rest: https://archiveofourown.o...

Drunken Tales - A Story of Love and Loss

Chapter 1 - APRIL is The Cruelest Month.

T.S. Eliot - The Waste Land. 1922

“April is the cruelest month,

Breeding lilacs out of the dead land,

Mixing Memory and desire,

Stirring Dull roots with spring rain.”

“April is the cruelest month” was an old saying. Methos didn’t remember its origins, but T.S. Eliot loved those words and stole them from Dr. Benjamin Adams.

April had never been Methos’ favorite month because it was never fully winter nor fully spring.

As far back as he could remember April was unpredictable, sometimes bringing weeks of rain, sometimes a blizzard.

The 25th was the worst day of the worst month. Methos never could get through the day without a bottle of wine or gin. Or Irish whiskey, or a good Highland Scotch. Or vodka.

And beer, of course. Lots of beer. Most years, he drank all of the aforementioned.

Byron, Methos' last student, was beheaded by MacLeod on April 20.

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