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seriousficTitle: Home is the place where it feels right to walk around without Agiels
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,294
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan
Author’s notes: Betaed by the lovely, talented duo of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ivanolix and susurrusnight
Previous: Part 2
Next: Part 4
Summary: Just when Cara is getting used to being married to Kahlan, she wakes up as a Mord'Sith again. Typical.
Cara didn't bother to dress. She needed to find Kahlan. She needed to have Kahlan back in her arms, under her protection. Nothing else would do.
The déjà vu that had been deviling her since she'd woken up in Stowcroft now came into full bloom. Every step was one she'd taken a thousand times before, every face was a sister, every respectful "Mistress Cara" resonated in her head. Home, she was home, and she'd have to leave again so don't get comfortable. As soon as she found Kahlan, she was leaving.
There was Sister Raina. She'd always been so eager to please. Cara suppressed a tremor as the memory of Raina's efforts filled the void between her legs. "Raina," she called, and the young Mord'Sith snapped to attention. "Where is Kahlan Amnell?"
"Kahlan?" Raina wilted under Cara's stare, so she simply pointed instead of speaking. Cara didn't need her to clarify. Every Mord'Sith knew the way to the torture chamber.
"Your Agiel." Raina handed it to her. There was going to be blood. But it wasn't fair for some of it to be Raina's. She'd been a sweet girl once. Before she'd met Cara. "Wait here," Cara said emphatically, and marched on. There was an Agiel in both her hands now. She'd felt better in the past few days, but never more comfortable.
The door to the torture chamber was up ahead. It didn't hold sound in, but let the screams run free into the rest of the temple so all could know when someone had broken.
Her foot met the door and every drop of blood in her sang. Whatever this was, she would fight her way out of it or die trying.
The door hit the floor with a resounding clang. Kahlan was there. In Mord'Sith leathers, an Agiel in hand, the tip at the nipple of the woman hanging from the ceiling.
"Why Cara, you're just in time to help me discipline Triana. She said the most disrespectful things about you. She actually thought I would allow someone to besmirch the name of my dear sister." Kahlan paused to allow her eyes time to travel up and down. "Cara. You're naked."
Cara had never been more aware of that. Waking up from that night of chastity to Kahlan in Mord'Sith leathers – every inch of her, armored – was like stepping off a glacier onto the surface of the sun. She had never been more acutely aware of her own unbound hair, tickling between her shoulder blades in the most teasing fashion, whispering how they could be Kahlan's fingers, her lips, her tongue… her Agiel…
"You must really be gagging for it," Kahlan mused, stepping closer, so tall… it would be easy for her to toss Cara around, hold her down, they'd have to fight tooth and nail to see who'd be the mistress and who the slave. "But then, so am I."
Her hair was pulled, her body moved, and she was sucked into the kiss Kahlan gave her, crippled by the flash of teeth, healed by the little lick that went from the corner of her lips to the tip of her nose. And laid to the rest by the smile on Kahlan's face as she pulled back.
"Would you like Triana's assistance in dressing?"
Triana looked at Cara with one black eye. Cara could imagine the slap that had made that bruise, the perfect arc of it, the sizzling pain it had caused. Kahlan. "Please, Mistress Cara! Let me serve you! I'll be good!"
Cara squeezed her thighs together, stoking the heat just enough to live with it. "Very well. Cover me."
***
After dressing Cara, Triana went to the baths to be cleaned, with Kahlan leering at how the leather band around her hips stretched as she walked. "I think she'd make a suitable replacement, were Dahlia unable to perform her duties. Or perhaps we could get a bigger bed. It could be amusing, to see who could break their lover first. Or to be broken…"
Another kiss, another burning ember forced past her lips so it could add to the heat in Cara's groin. Why then did she keep thinking of waking up in Stowcroft, in the other Kahlan's arms?
"Girls, please. If there's anyone who would believe in business before pleasure, it should be a Mord'Sith."
Kahlan turned to the voice from the shadows. "Business is a pleasure."
The Lord Rahl stepped out of the darkness, the door swinging shut behind him. "I thought I'd find you here, Mistress Kahlan. And of course, you're never far from Mistress Cara. I have an assignment that requires your combined talents."
Mord'Sith never smiled, officially. Still, Cara could feel Kahlan's grin beaming at her from the corner of her eye.
The Lord Rahl was dressed in the robes of his office, but it was not Cara's Lord Rahl. Either of them. It was Richard. He'd aged, a full beard now cloaking his square jaw, his hair cut short, both shot through with gray.
"Our combined talents are at your disposal for whatever you require, Lord Rahl," Kahlan said in the syrupy tone Cara knew too well, the one she offered with. To put a fine point on it, she put her arm around Cara's hips as she said it.
Richard shook his head. "I thought the Mord'Sith were supposed to protect their master. And if I did that, Queen Anna would kill me."
"Then we'll just have to settle for serving you more… indirectly." Kahlan's hand stayed at the cleft of Cara's hip and waist.
"Some Sisters of the Dark – a group, a school, a flock? – is using a village on the border to offer up human sacrifices to the Keeper. Those are D'Haran lives they're ending, my children's lives. Go to the village and show them that the Lord Rahl rules D'Hara, not the Keeper."
"Your word, our Agiels." Kahlan bowed respectfully and Cara followed suit. Even if this was only a fever dream of the Lord Rahl, it still deserved her deference.
***
Kahlan watched as the sisters dressed each other. They'd selected ten Mord'Sith to accompany them, including Mistress Denna. It was overkill, but Cara wanted to be absolutely sure Kahlan wasn't going into a trap. "At last, a mission worthy of our violence," she whispered to Cara, her voice rough with arousal. "I don't besmirch the Lord Rahl his peacefulness… our talents were wasted on villagers and herd animals under Darken Rahl… but while keeping us in reserve increases the fear of us, there is a point where they forget to fear us. After today, they will all give us our due."
Cara kept staring at Dahlia and Triana, doing up each others' leathers. They were back. They were hers. And so was Kahlan.
"Are you crying?" Kahlan asked, aghast.
Cara hadn't. Her face had just scrunched up like it was going to try. "No." She squeezed her Agiel until her knuckles were white. "What did you say of Darken Rahl? What happened to him?"
"You killed him, of course."
"Tell me how. Again." Cara gave Kahlan the 'puppy dog look' she'd learned from too much time spent with Richard and Kahlan. "I love hearing your voice."
Kahlan smiled indulgently. "Years ago, we were given word that Richard Rahl's adopted family had died. We were sent by Panis Rahl to train him. He'd already taken up with a daft old wizard, so we were unable to be as… open with him as I'd have liked. Otherwise, he never would have fallen for that Brighton woman. Don't misunderstand, she makes an excellent queen… but she'd be a terrible Mord'Sith."
Anna Brighton? Cara thought. She'd married up.
"You didn't seem to mind, of course. You're selfish. You like having me all to yourself."
Cara's lips twitched. It was good to know that in any reality, her feelings toward Richard remained the same. As disconcerting as it was to continuously wake up with Kahlan wound around her, it would be much worse with the Lord Rahl. Or worse, Zedd. Although that young Zedd hadn't looked so bad…
"You practically threw Triana off me when you caught us together. And then… oh, Cara… I don't know what the bed did to deserve that." Her smile darkened in a way that spoke volumes. Cara felt her leathers clench around her. It was worse with them touching her constantly, like a lover pressed to her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, but at least it gave her one thin wall against Kahlan's stare. If Kahlan had given her that hungry look once more when she'd been naked, she would have thrown the Mother Confessor… the Sister of the Agiel down and had her way with her, even if it was at the feet of the Lord Rahl himself.
"After Darken Rahl killed his father, we knew it was time. Richard was named the Seeker of Truth and the True Lord Rahl, and so began the civil war. There were many in the military who'd enjoyed the peace of Panis Rahl's rule, and would not see it exchanged for war. They flocked to us. As did our sisters. Panis Rahl had given specific instructions that Richard would care for us, not Darken Rahl. It was a golden age for the Mord'Sith. Every day we dressed in blood, and every night we made each other clean. It was glorious. But all good things must come to an end. We laid siege to the People's Palace, and the two of us, the Lord Rahl's trusted advisors and teachers, were allowed the honor of infiltrating Darken Rahl's inner sanctum. You shoved your Agiel down his throat. In his pain, he shook so hard he broke his own spine. The weakling…"
Cara thought of life growing inside her. Thought of Dahlia's hand on her stomach, feeling a kick that made them both dream of birthing a powerful Mord'Sith. Thought of the silent tears that had broken out of her for days after the birth, when she realized she'd never see her baby again and that she'd never given him a name.
Darken Rahl had gotten off light.
***
They rode off with the Third Battalion, who would not assist them, but would make sure the Sisters of the Dark couldn't escape. This would be the Mord'Sith's alone.
It was glorious. The Sisters of the Dark put up a fight, and Cara took a cut or two, but it was only foreplay. They struck the Sisters down like lightning from the heavens, setting fire to their strongholds and letting their screams loose into the atmosphere.
Afterward… if a concept like 'after' could be applied to this, as if one stopped and the other began… Kahlan caught hold of Cara and there was something in her eyes, a subtle appreciation that differed Cara from her other targets, even as Kahlan came at her. Kahlan swung at her anyway, and Cara blocked, their Agiels meeting with a hiss of competing magic, and then Kahlan's hand was around her throat. She was even faster than she had been as a Confessor.
They could've fought. It would've been easy, and if this Kahlan were anything like Cara, she'd be satisfied by that. But Cara had spent too much time tasting and not swallowing, and her belly was long since empty. She thought to herself that she would stop Kahlan soon, after just a little indulgence… after the first kiss, or the second, or the teeth that left their mark in her throat.
Then Kahlan was stripping her leathers away, and Cara felt the nimble fingers of her sisters assisting. She had forgotten how good it felt to be of the Mord'Sith, her pleasure not only taken but magnified and reflected in each of her sisters. She thought that she would stop Kahlan soon after the brunette rubbed at her need, end it after just a few strokes, certainly before a finger slipped… inside…
Then she was screaming and Kahlan was smiling and sometime, after it was all over and the only sign it had ever happened was the blood under her fingernails and the smell that clung to her, Cara wondered if this was love.
Richard and Kahlan were in love, Cara thought, with less guilt than she should've felt. They hated to be alone when they could be together. They loved to touch and trust and share every moment, no matter how insipid. Cara didn't think she could do that. She thought about trying.
So Cara laid there, watching the houses burn around them. Kahlan was dressing, belts being buckled, her Agiel waiting to be picked up. The others had gone off to sweep the area once more. Even with the fires crackling, Cara could hear the sounds of nightfall – the gentler winds, the crickets, the occasional gar-call. She'd spent too much time with Richard… with all of them.
"Come here," Cara said when Kahlan reached for her Agiel, blocking her hand.
"Where?" Kahlan asked. She was standing over Cara.
"Lie down with me."
"Why?"
Cara didn't have an answer. "Because I asked you to."
Kahlan stared at her, and Cara understood the hesitation. She didn't quite know what she was asking for… something that Kahlan, another Kahlan, would know to give her. But this Kahlan was close enough to that one to see Cara's need, and lie down beside her, her rigid leathers making her look out of place on the full green grass.
Cara got closer to her slowly. It took minutes before they touched, just the toes of their boots as they laid parallel to each other. Kahlan met Cara's eyes. It wasn’t Kahlan. It was a Mord'Sith.
"Can we get up now?" Kahlan asked.
"Yes. We should."
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,294
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan
Author’s notes: Betaed by the lovely, talented duo of
ivanolix and susurrusnight Previous: Part 2
Next: Part 4
Summary: Just when Cara is getting used to being married to Kahlan, she wakes up as a Mord'Sith again. Typical.
Cara didn't bother to dress. She needed to find Kahlan. She needed to have Kahlan back in her arms, under her protection. Nothing else would do.
The déjà vu that had been deviling her since she'd woken up in Stowcroft now came into full bloom. Every step was one she'd taken a thousand times before, every face was a sister, every respectful "Mistress Cara" resonated in her head. Home, she was home, and she'd have to leave again so don't get comfortable. As soon as she found Kahlan, she was leaving.
There was Sister Raina. She'd always been so eager to please. Cara suppressed a tremor as the memory of Raina's efforts filled the void between her legs. "Raina," she called, and the young Mord'Sith snapped to attention. "Where is Kahlan Amnell?"
"Kahlan?" Raina wilted under Cara's stare, so she simply pointed instead of speaking. Cara didn't need her to clarify. Every Mord'Sith knew the way to the torture chamber.
"Your Agiel." Raina handed it to her. There was going to be blood. But it wasn't fair for some of it to be Raina's. She'd been a sweet girl once. Before she'd met Cara. "Wait here," Cara said emphatically, and marched on. There was an Agiel in both her hands now. She'd felt better in the past few days, but never more comfortable.
The door to the torture chamber was up ahead. It didn't hold sound in, but let the screams run free into the rest of the temple so all could know when someone had broken.
Her foot met the door and every drop of blood in her sang. Whatever this was, she would fight her way out of it or die trying.
The door hit the floor with a resounding clang. Kahlan was there. In Mord'Sith leathers, an Agiel in hand, the tip at the nipple of the woman hanging from the ceiling.
"Why Cara, you're just in time to help me discipline Triana. She said the most disrespectful things about you. She actually thought I would allow someone to besmirch the name of my dear sister." Kahlan paused to allow her eyes time to travel up and down. "Cara. You're naked."
Cara had never been more aware of that. Waking up from that night of chastity to Kahlan in Mord'Sith leathers – every inch of her, armored – was like stepping off a glacier onto the surface of the sun. She had never been more acutely aware of her own unbound hair, tickling between her shoulder blades in the most teasing fashion, whispering how they could be Kahlan's fingers, her lips, her tongue… her Agiel…
"You must really be gagging for it," Kahlan mused, stepping closer, so tall… it would be easy for her to toss Cara around, hold her down, they'd have to fight tooth and nail to see who'd be the mistress and who the slave. "But then, so am I."
Her hair was pulled, her body moved, and she was sucked into the kiss Kahlan gave her, crippled by the flash of teeth, healed by the little lick that went from the corner of her lips to the tip of her nose. And laid to the rest by the smile on Kahlan's face as she pulled back.
"Would you like Triana's assistance in dressing?"
Triana looked at Cara with one black eye. Cara could imagine the slap that had made that bruise, the perfect arc of it, the sizzling pain it had caused. Kahlan. "Please, Mistress Cara! Let me serve you! I'll be good!"
Cara squeezed her thighs together, stoking the heat just enough to live with it. "Very well. Cover me."
***
After dressing Cara, Triana went to the baths to be cleaned, with Kahlan leering at how the leather band around her hips stretched as she walked. "I think she'd make a suitable replacement, were Dahlia unable to perform her duties. Or perhaps we could get a bigger bed. It could be amusing, to see who could break their lover first. Or to be broken…"
Another kiss, another burning ember forced past her lips so it could add to the heat in Cara's groin. Why then did she keep thinking of waking up in Stowcroft, in the other Kahlan's arms?
"Girls, please. If there's anyone who would believe in business before pleasure, it should be a Mord'Sith."
Kahlan turned to the voice from the shadows. "Business is a pleasure."
The Lord Rahl stepped out of the darkness, the door swinging shut behind him. "I thought I'd find you here, Mistress Kahlan. And of course, you're never far from Mistress Cara. I have an assignment that requires your combined talents."
Mord'Sith never smiled, officially. Still, Cara could feel Kahlan's grin beaming at her from the corner of her eye.
The Lord Rahl was dressed in the robes of his office, but it was not Cara's Lord Rahl. Either of them. It was Richard. He'd aged, a full beard now cloaking his square jaw, his hair cut short, both shot through with gray.
"Our combined talents are at your disposal for whatever you require, Lord Rahl," Kahlan said in the syrupy tone Cara knew too well, the one she offered with. To put a fine point on it, she put her arm around Cara's hips as she said it.
Richard shook his head. "I thought the Mord'Sith were supposed to protect their master. And if I did that, Queen Anna would kill me."
"Then we'll just have to settle for serving you more… indirectly." Kahlan's hand stayed at the cleft of Cara's hip and waist.
"Some Sisters of the Dark – a group, a school, a flock? – is using a village on the border to offer up human sacrifices to the Keeper. Those are D'Haran lives they're ending, my children's lives. Go to the village and show them that the Lord Rahl rules D'Hara, not the Keeper."
"Your word, our Agiels." Kahlan bowed respectfully and Cara followed suit. Even if this was only a fever dream of the Lord Rahl, it still deserved her deference.
***
Kahlan watched as the sisters dressed each other. They'd selected ten Mord'Sith to accompany them, including Mistress Denna. It was overkill, but Cara wanted to be absolutely sure Kahlan wasn't going into a trap. "At last, a mission worthy of our violence," she whispered to Cara, her voice rough with arousal. "I don't besmirch the Lord Rahl his peacefulness… our talents were wasted on villagers and herd animals under Darken Rahl… but while keeping us in reserve increases the fear of us, there is a point where they forget to fear us. After today, they will all give us our due."
Cara kept staring at Dahlia and Triana, doing up each others' leathers. They were back. They were hers. And so was Kahlan.
"Are you crying?" Kahlan asked, aghast.
Cara hadn't. Her face had just scrunched up like it was going to try. "No." She squeezed her Agiel until her knuckles were white. "What did you say of Darken Rahl? What happened to him?"
"You killed him, of course."
"Tell me how. Again." Cara gave Kahlan the 'puppy dog look' she'd learned from too much time spent with Richard and Kahlan. "I love hearing your voice."
Kahlan smiled indulgently. "Years ago, we were given word that Richard Rahl's adopted family had died. We were sent by Panis Rahl to train him. He'd already taken up with a daft old wizard, so we were unable to be as… open with him as I'd have liked. Otherwise, he never would have fallen for that Brighton woman. Don't misunderstand, she makes an excellent queen… but she'd be a terrible Mord'Sith."
Anna Brighton? Cara thought. She'd married up.
"You didn't seem to mind, of course. You're selfish. You like having me all to yourself."
Cara's lips twitched. It was good to know that in any reality, her feelings toward Richard remained the same. As disconcerting as it was to continuously wake up with Kahlan wound around her, it would be much worse with the Lord Rahl. Or worse, Zedd. Although that young Zedd hadn't looked so bad…
"You practically threw Triana off me when you caught us together. And then… oh, Cara… I don't know what the bed did to deserve that." Her smile darkened in a way that spoke volumes. Cara felt her leathers clench around her. It was worse with them touching her constantly, like a lover pressed to her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, but at least it gave her one thin wall against Kahlan's stare. If Kahlan had given her that hungry look once more when she'd been naked, she would have thrown the Mother Confessor… the Sister of the Agiel down and had her way with her, even if it was at the feet of the Lord Rahl himself.
"After Darken Rahl killed his father, we knew it was time. Richard was named the Seeker of Truth and the True Lord Rahl, and so began the civil war. There were many in the military who'd enjoyed the peace of Panis Rahl's rule, and would not see it exchanged for war. They flocked to us. As did our sisters. Panis Rahl had given specific instructions that Richard would care for us, not Darken Rahl. It was a golden age for the Mord'Sith. Every day we dressed in blood, and every night we made each other clean. It was glorious. But all good things must come to an end. We laid siege to the People's Palace, and the two of us, the Lord Rahl's trusted advisors and teachers, were allowed the honor of infiltrating Darken Rahl's inner sanctum. You shoved your Agiel down his throat. In his pain, he shook so hard he broke his own spine. The weakling…"
Cara thought of life growing inside her. Thought of Dahlia's hand on her stomach, feeling a kick that made them both dream of birthing a powerful Mord'Sith. Thought of the silent tears that had broken out of her for days after the birth, when she realized she'd never see her baby again and that she'd never given him a name.
Darken Rahl had gotten off light.
***
They rode off with the Third Battalion, who would not assist them, but would make sure the Sisters of the Dark couldn't escape. This would be the Mord'Sith's alone.
It was glorious. The Sisters of the Dark put up a fight, and Cara took a cut or two, but it was only foreplay. They struck the Sisters down like lightning from the heavens, setting fire to their strongholds and letting their screams loose into the atmosphere.
Afterward… if a concept like 'after' could be applied to this, as if one stopped and the other began… Kahlan caught hold of Cara and there was something in her eyes, a subtle appreciation that differed Cara from her other targets, even as Kahlan came at her. Kahlan swung at her anyway, and Cara blocked, their Agiels meeting with a hiss of competing magic, and then Kahlan's hand was around her throat. She was even faster than she had been as a Confessor.
They could've fought. It would've been easy, and if this Kahlan were anything like Cara, she'd be satisfied by that. But Cara had spent too much time tasting and not swallowing, and her belly was long since empty. She thought to herself that she would stop Kahlan soon, after just a little indulgence… after the first kiss, or the second, or the teeth that left their mark in her throat.
Then Kahlan was stripping her leathers away, and Cara felt the nimble fingers of her sisters assisting. She had forgotten how good it felt to be of the Mord'Sith, her pleasure not only taken but magnified and reflected in each of her sisters. She thought that she would stop Kahlan soon after the brunette rubbed at her need, end it after just a few strokes, certainly before a finger slipped… inside…
Then she was screaming and Kahlan was smiling and sometime, after it was all over and the only sign it had ever happened was the blood under her fingernails and the smell that clung to her, Cara wondered if this was love.
Richard and Kahlan were in love, Cara thought, with less guilt than she should've felt. They hated to be alone when they could be together. They loved to touch and trust and share every moment, no matter how insipid. Cara didn't think she could do that. She thought about trying.
So Cara laid there, watching the houses burn around them. Kahlan was dressing, belts being buckled, her Agiel waiting to be picked up. The others had gone off to sweep the area once more. Even with the fires crackling, Cara could hear the sounds of nightfall – the gentler winds, the crickets, the occasional gar-call. She'd spent too much time with Richard… with all of them.
"Come here," Cara said when Kahlan reached for her Agiel, blocking her hand.
"Where?" Kahlan asked. She was standing over Cara.
"Lie down with me."
"Why?"
Cara didn't have an answer. "Because I asked you to."
Kahlan stared at her, and Cara understood the hesitation. She didn't quite know what she was asking for… something that Kahlan, another Kahlan, would know to give her. But this Kahlan was close enough to that one to see Cara's need, and lie down beside her, her rigid leathers making her look out of place on the full green grass.
Cara got closer to her slowly. It took minutes before they touched, just the toes of their boots as they laid parallel to each other. Kahlan met Cara's eyes. It wasn’t Kahlan. It was a Mord'Sith.
"Can we get up now?" Kahlan asked.
"Yes. We should."
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Date: 2010-06-11 01:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-11 01:22 pm (UTC)Heartbreaking!
I loved this chapter so much. The struggle inside of Cara between what she felt she should want (to be back with her sisters in leather inflicting pain) and between what she truly wanted (to be wrapped up safe and naked in Stowcroft with a loving Kahlan) was beautifully presented, and really highlighted just how much Cara has changed and grown.
Mord'Sith!Cara is HBIC and badass, but Feelings!Cara is the stuff dreams are made of.
I can't wait for the next chapter.
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Date: 2010-06-11 01:45 pm (UTC)What better way to make Cara realize her feelings and get past her guilt than a demonstration? Like I said, brilliant. I'm bummed there's only one more part. 'Cause really, this could be the prologue to an epic. *pokes*
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Date: 2010-06-11 02:05 pm (UTC)They were back. They were hers. And so was Kahlan.
And therefore, Cara, you should take Kahlan and throw her to the bed and...*cough*
"...And then… oh, Cara… I don't know what the bed did to deserve that." Her smile darkened in a way that spoke volumes.
BRILLIANT.
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Date: 2010-06-11 02:10 pm (UTC)Love this fic! :D
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Date: 2010-06-11 02:24 pm (UTC)but godsdamn I'm waiting in desperate anticipation for the final chapter.
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Date: 2010-06-11 03:22 pm (UTC)I don't want this fic to end but I can't wait to find out where the fourth and final part will take Cara. If I judge solely from this story's title, hopefully back to married life :>
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Date: 2010-06-11 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-11 03:51 pm (UTC)A simple sentence but oh, so sexy: "Cara kept staring at Dahlia and Triana, doing up each others' leathers. They were back. They were hers. And so was Kahlan."
Mord'Sith!Kahlan doesn't know how to spoon? NOOOO!
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Date: 2010-06-13 05:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-11 03:54 pm (UTC)Ah, man. As soon as I get past the visuals of Kahlan as a true blue Mord Sith, I might be able to be coherent...
*cough* Okay. I agree, what a great illustration of what Cara wants and craves now, as opposed to what she might assume she wants. I mean, this set up wasn't even as morally troubling, as Richard was Rahl and was pretty much still a do gooder. So what was really missing was ~feelings~. That sad attempt at cuddling was...sad. And yet a tad funny, too. Great.
And Cara near tears watching Triana and Dahlia was a great touch.
I'm curious if you'll explain all these windows of possibility opening up for Cara - at what's actually happening. ("This is/was/could have been Your Life!")
I don't want it to end tho!
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Date: 2010-06-13 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-11 04:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-13 05:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-11 06:33 pm (UTC)Looking forward to the last part, although wish it weren't the last part.
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Date: 2010-06-11 07:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-11 07:56 pm (UTC)It's like AU goodness x2 because really, you've also created another world where Kahlan is deliciously one of Cara's Sisters (and they're all bathing and dressing each other...UNF). Also, that bit about Darken Rahl getting off easy...YES. Love the bits of Dahlia you put in.
Alright! So I absolutely adore your story and can't wait for the last part. I'm hating that it'll end soon. Either way, cheers on a lovely story thus far!
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Date: 2010-06-13 06:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-11 10:14 pm (UTC)Personally, I prefer a "happy medium" Cara; i.e., depictions that recognise that she was raised Mord'Sith -- from pre-adolescence well into young adulthood -- and was very successful, and that although she has changed quite a bit from hanging out with Kahlan et al., she nevertheless has been with them less than 1 year.
So I guess that's a long way of saying that I like that there's a realistic struggle here (normal vs. romantic 'chastity' vs. Mord'Sithian sexytiems and mayhem vs. ??), and I'm very interested to see how the psychic conflict resolves itself. That is, what conclusion(s) does your Cara come to about herself, where she is in life, what she needs/wants/prefers? Oh, and why the heck this is happening... heh.
Once again, thank you for sharing. :)
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Date: 2010-06-13 04:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-13 06:44 pm (UTC)But it is kind of interesting that Cara feels the need to be chaste with an 'unbroken' Kahlan, while with a Mord'Sith Kahlan she can be more... base. I think that speaks more to her self-image than it does to the AUs themselves.
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Date: 2010-09-04 09:19 pm (UTC)