Legend Of The Seeker - Kahlan/Cara - Constant (2/3)
“Would you like me...to stay closer to you, Confessor?”
Cara stood almost motionless, staring at the floor as each syllable came out slow, and meaningful. Kahlan had been sighing, listless and sad, not having any news of her fighting soldier husband, and she had been so lonely. Cara had stood watching her in silence throughout her quiet bemoaning of absentees. Of being alone. This was when Cara had asked her question quietly into the room. Kahlan had expected her say something about feelings meaning weakness and patheticness – Kahlan had started thinking this herself lately – but instead it was Cara who had accepted everything she didn’t want to feel herself, who was offering to share the burden of emotion with her.
One stiff nod from Kahlan was all it took, Cara returned the nod in silence – they did not even speak as the lay down next to each other. Cara stayed in her leather, like it was a second skin that never bothered her. It didn’t bother Kahlan anymore either – she had gotten used to this aspect of the Mord Sith too. The leather no longer seemed rough or frightening, it didn’t mean danger to her, and it just meant that Cara was there. In her nightclothes, Kahlan at first felt nervous, and tugged at them self consciously, moving around instead of sleeping. Cara sighed and grabbed Kahlan’s hands to stop her fussing. She kept hold of them all through the night, when Kahlan woke up their hands were still entwined. When Cara left, Kahlan felt her absence in her fingertips.
Just like she had gotten used to having Cara in her home, she had gotten used to her in her bed. She came every night. They didn’t do anything but sleep at first, but sometimes they would talk – or rather Kahlan would, and Cara would ignore her questions. Eventually it grew, as these things always do, into their togetherness being just that – they were irrevocably together in their hearts, and they made love in the dark, Kahlan fell into her familiar touch in a tumult of need, of happiness, that she would later become guilty over when the morning came, and the guards stared at her puffy eyed appearance, and Richard would come back with a smile.
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“Would you like me...to stay closer to you, Confessor?”
Cara stood almost motionless, staring at the floor as each syllable came out slow, and meaningful. Kahlan had been sighing, listless and sad, not having any news of her fighting soldier husband, and she had been so lonely. Cara had stood watching her in silence throughout her quiet bemoaning of absentees. Of being alone. This was when Cara had asked her question quietly into the room. Kahlan had expected her say something about feelings meaning weakness and patheticness – Kahlan had started thinking this herself lately – but instead it was Cara who had accepted everything she didn’t want to feel herself, who was offering to share the burden of emotion with her.
One stiff nod from Kahlan was all it took, Cara returned the nod in silence – they did not even speak as the lay down next to each other. Cara stayed in her leather, like it was a second skin that never bothered her. It didn’t bother Kahlan anymore either – she had gotten used to this aspect of the Mord Sith too. The leather no longer seemed rough or frightening, it didn’t mean danger to her, and it just meant that Cara was there. In her nightclothes, Kahlan at first felt nervous, and tugged at them self consciously, moving around instead of sleeping. Cara sighed and grabbed Kahlan’s hands to stop her fussing. She kept hold of them all through the night, when Kahlan woke up their hands were still entwined. When Cara left, Kahlan felt her absence in her fingertips.
Just like she had gotten used to having Cara in her home, she had gotten used to her in her bed. She came every night. They didn’t do anything but sleep at first, but sometimes they would talk – or rather Kahlan would, and Cara would ignore her questions. Eventually it grew, as these things always do, into their togetherness being just that – they were irrevocably together in their hearts, and they made love in the dark, Kahlan fell into her familiar touch in a tumult of need, of happiness, that she would later become guilty over when the morning came, and the guards stared at her puffy eyed appearance, and Richard would come back with a smile.