LegendLand Big Bang Challenge - "Catch Her in the Rye" (PG)
Title: Catch Her in the Rye
Rating: PG; rated for some adult content
Theme: Mother Confessors
Genre: Drama/Romance
Characters: Kieran/Viviane
Timeline/Spoilers: 1000 years before series (that's how old they said the legend was)/spoilers for "Revenant"
Prompt: Summer/Song Title (Comin' Thro' The Rye - Robert Burns)
Word Count: 529
Author's Notes: It's a fairly reasonable guess I think, to at least suppose that Viviane could have been a Mother Confessor. At the very least, it is never directly contradicted by the source material, so I beg your indulgence. *grin* Oh, and yes I'm one of those that thinks there's at least some doubt about the "fact" that Kieran was confessed.
Kieran impulsively reached out, brushing his fingertips unexpectedly down along Viviane's side.
“Hey,” she giggled, surprised into a light response. “What are you doing?”
Kieran smiled. “I’m cherishing,” he replied happily, letting his hand linger on the warmth of her hip.
Viviane smiled wistfully herself and reached over to tickle her own fingertips over Kieran's stomach.
“Hey, what are you doing?” he echoed, laughing with a low rumble as he rolled with Viviane in the tall summer grasses.
“Thinking,” she replied in an almost solemn tone when they finally came to rest, tangled together “We shouldn't have done this, Kieran.”
“Nothing has changed, Viviane” Kieran argued softly. “Nothing... I have always loved you, and you've loved me. This hasn't changed that. It's only made it real in a way that it could never have been before,” he assured her.
Viviane reached up to trace her fingertips along his face. “You're only saying that because you're confessed,” she whispered heavily.
“I don't feel confessed,” Kieran countered. “I feel as I always have, Viviane. I love you,” he said quietly, pressing his weight gently into her as if to somehow prove it.
With an almost unbearable tenderness, he brushed her lips softly with his own.
“And even if I am, it's what I've wanted since almost the first moment I met you. It's what was meant to be,” he assured her.
“But what of your quest; our quest?” Viviane asked, her voice trembling quietly with a hint of lingering uncertainty. “Amfortas thinks...”
Kieran interrupted her gently with a kiss.
“It doesn't matter what Amfortas thinks,” he declared. “All that matters is us; you and I,” the Seeker continued fiercely.
Kieran took a deep breath and reached for her left hand, slipping his silver ring onto her finger.
“We belong to each other, Viviane; nothing can change that,” he vowed before kissing her passionately. “Nothing was ever meant to change that; not quests, not the fear of confession, not Amfortas...”
Again, he kissed her with fervent desire.
“I will not abandon my quest,” Kieran assured his Confessor. “I won't. But I won't let anyone or anything part us either. That's the truth, Viviane. I swear it.”
For a moment, Viviane was completely still, enjoying the warmth and feel of Kieran's ring encircling her finger as if it had been made for her, as if it had always belonged there. Then with a nearly dreamlike slowness, she traced every part of him that she could reach, willing herself to believe that everything he had said was true and that she could have what she wanted and still remain true to her duty.
“You do believe that, don't you Viviane? You do believe me...” Kieran asked with the quiet intensity that the Confessor had always loved about him.
“Yes” she whispered, half to herself and half in fervent prayer to whatever good spirits might have been listening. “I do...”
Kieran replied with a soft smile.
“I believe you,” Viviane whispered into the warmth of his lips before kissing him tenderly…
Rating: PG; rated for some adult content
Theme: Mother Confessors
Genre: Drama/Romance
Characters: Kieran/Viviane
Timeline/Spoilers: 1000 years before series (that's how old they said the legend was)/spoilers for "Revenant"
Prompt: Summer/Song Title (Comin' Thro' The Rye - Robert Burns)
Word Count: 529
Author's Notes: It's a fairly reasonable guess I think, to at least suppose that Viviane could have been a Mother Confessor. At the very least, it is never directly contradicted by the source material, so I beg your indulgence. *grin* Oh, and yes I'm one of those that thinks there's at least some doubt about the "fact" that Kieran was confessed.
Kieran impulsively reached out, brushing his fingertips unexpectedly down along Viviane's side.
“Hey,” she giggled, surprised into a light response. “What are you doing?”
Kieran smiled. “I’m cherishing,” he replied happily, letting his hand linger on the warmth of her hip.
Viviane smiled wistfully herself and reached over to tickle her own fingertips over Kieran's stomach.
“Hey, what are you doing?” he echoed, laughing with a low rumble as he rolled with Viviane in the tall summer grasses.
“Thinking,” she replied in an almost solemn tone when they finally came to rest, tangled together “We shouldn't have done this, Kieran.”
“Nothing has changed, Viviane” Kieran argued softly. “Nothing... I have always loved you, and you've loved me. This hasn't changed that. It's only made it real in a way that it could never have been before,” he assured her.
Viviane reached up to trace her fingertips along his face. “You're only saying that because you're confessed,” she whispered heavily.
“I don't feel confessed,” Kieran countered. “I feel as I always have, Viviane. I love you,” he said quietly, pressing his weight gently into her as if to somehow prove it.
With an almost unbearable tenderness, he brushed her lips softly with his own.
“And even if I am, it's what I've wanted since almost the first moment I met you. It's what was meant to be,” he assured her.
“But what of your quest; our quest?” Viviane asked, her voice trembling quietly with a hint of lingering uncertainty. “Amfortas thinks...”
Kieran interrupted her gently with a kiss.
“It doesn't matter what Amfortas thinks,” he declared. “All that matters is us; you and I,” the Seeker continued fiercely.
Kieran took a deep breath and reached for her left hand, slipping his silver ring onto her finger.
“We belong to each other, Viviane; nothing can change that,” he vowed before kissing her passionately. “Nothing was ever meant to change that; not quests, not the fear of confession, not Amfortas...”
Again, he kissed her with fervent desire.
“I will not abandon my quest,” Kieran assured his Confessor. “I won't. But I won't let anyone or anything part us either. That's the truth, Viviane. I swear it.”
For a moment, Viviane was completely still, enjoying the warmth and feel of Kieran's ring encircling her finger as if it had been made for her, as if it had always belonged there. Then with a nearly dreamlike slowness, she traced every part of him that she could reach, willing herself to believe that everything he had said was true and that she could have what she wanted and still remain true to her duty.
“You do believe that, don't you Viviane? You do believe me...” Kieran asked with the quiet intensity that the Confessor had always loved about him.
“Yes” she whispered, half to herself and half in fervent prayer to whatever good spirits might have been listening. “I do...”
Kieran replied with a soft smile.
“I believe you,” Viviane whispered into the warmth of his lips before kissing him tenderly…