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Title: For serendipityxxi because it’s her b-day and she’s superawesome!! (or “Wants and Worries”)
Pairing: Kahlan/Richard d’oh
Warnings: no warnings
Rating: G for general
Word count: 730
Disclaimer: I own nothing. *sadface*
Note: Takes place somewhere during the latter half of the first season.
Kahlan had her wants and worries. She wanted their quest to succeed; - she worried that they would fail. She wanted for Darken Rahl’s reign of terror to end; - she worried that he would be the end of them instead. She wanted for the war to stop and for her people to know peace again; - she worried that their efforts to secure a peaceful future for the Midlands would not be enough. She desperately wanted one day without worries; -she feared that day would never come. These had been her wants and worries for so long that they had more or less become her constant companions. Always present. Sometimes stronger, at other times weaker, but always there. Reminding her of what was at stake, - of her duty.
Then there were the new wants and worries she had recently discovered. She wanted Richard’s love for her to not bring him to harm; - she worried that her love for him would. She wanted for him to have a normal life with a woman who could love him the way a woman was supposed to love a man; - she worried that he might one day want the same.
But following the Seeker on yet another path in yet another forest as day turned to night and warmth gave way to cold, she was distracted by an entirely different set of want and worry. She wanted to feel warm and safe, and she worried about whether they would greet the oncoming night with a full belly or not.
Richard, as finely attuned to her moods as she was to his from months spent traveling together, asked her what was wrong. She told him everything was fine, not wanting to add her own worries to those he must already be carrying himself. But he persisted, refusing to ignore her white lie. She admitted that she was cold and tired, and he agreed that it was time to stop and make camp.
As they walked off the path toward the sound of running water, she tripped over a root hidden in the dark. As she fell, he caught her by the arm and noted how cold she really was. He urged her to come with him a bit further into the shadows of the forest surrounding them, and before long, they came across a small cave, perfect for their needs.
When she offered to go find firewood, he shook his head no as he grabbed their bedrolls and arranged them, hers atop his. She looked on with a puzzled frown, but she let him guide her over to the bedrolls, and she sat down when he asked her to. Then he first draped her own blanket around her shoulders, before adding his atop hers.
He left her then to go gather the firewood they would need in order to keep a fire going though the evening and night. She felt a little warmth seep into her from the woolen fabric surrounding her as she waited for him to return.
And once the fire was blazing in front of her, she felt properly warm for the first time that day. When he asked her whether she was hungry, she nodded with a sigh. He grinned and said it was a good thing that he had thought to restock their supplies. Exactly when he’d had the time to do that in between every other event that day, was beyond her; she surely hadn’t thought of it.
She watched as he worked, slicing up the different ingredients, stirring them together, adding the suitable herbs and spices with a sure hand. Again he had refused her offer to help, saying that tonight this was something he wanted to do for her. As he left the spice soup to simmer, she shared her covers and her new-found warmth with him, and they just sat there in front of the fire in companionable silence.
And, not for the first time since she’d met him, she found herself forgetting about her worries, at least for a little while. He just had that effect on her, and she loved him all the more for it. Another worry for another day.
Pairing: Kahlan/Richard d’oh
Warnings: no warnings
Rating: G for general
Word count: 730
Disclaimer: I own nothing. *sadface*
Note: Takes place somewhere during the latter half of the first season.
Kahlan had her wants and worries. She wanted their quest to succeed; - she worried that they would fail. She wanted for Darken Rahl’s reign of terror to end; - she worried that he would be the end of them instead. She wanted for the war to stop and for her people to know peace again; - she worried that their efforts to secure a peaceful future for the Midlands would not be enough. She desperately wanted one day without worries; -she feared that day would never come. These had been her wants and worries for so long that they had more or less become her constant companions. Always present. Sometimes stronger, at other times weaker, but always there. Reminding her of what was at stake, - of her duty.
Then there were the new wants and worries she had recently discovered. She wanted Richard’s love for her to not bring him to harm; - she worried that her love for him would. She wanted for him to have a normal life with a woman who could love him the way a woman was supposed to love a man; - she worried that he might one day want the same.
But following the Seeker on yet another path in yet another forest as day turned to night and warmth gave way to cold, she was distracted by an entirely different set of want and worry. She wanted to feel warm and safe, and she worried about whether they would greet the oncoming night with a full belly or not.
Richard, as finely attuned to her moods as she was to his from months spent traveling together, asked her what was wrong. She told him everything was fine, not wanting to add her own worries to those he must already be carrying himself. But he persisted, refusing to ignore her white lie. She admitted that she was cold and tired, and he agreed that it was time to stop and make camp.
As they walked off the path toward the sound of running water, she tripped over a root hidden in the dark. As she fell, he caught her by the arm and noted how cold she really was. He urged her to come with him a bit further into the shadows of the forest surrounding them, and before long, they came across a small cave, perfect for their needs.
When she offered to go find firewood, he shook his head no as he grabbed their bedrolls and arranged them, hers atop his. She looked on with a puzzled frown, but she let him guide her over to the bedrolls, and she sat down when he asked her to. Then he first draped her own blanket around her shoulders, before adding his atop hers.
He left her then to go gather the firewood they would need in order to keep a fire going though the evening and night. She felt a little warmth seep into her from the woolen fabric surrounding her as she waited for him to return.
And once the fire was blazing in front of her, she felt properly warm for the first time that day. When he asked her whether she was hungry, she nodded with a sigh. He grinned and said it was a good thing that he had thought to restock their supplies. Exactly when he’d had the time to do that in between every other event that day, was beyond her; she surely hadn’t thought of it.
She watched as he worked, slicing up the different ingredients, stirring them together, adding the suitable herbs and spices with a sure hand. Again he had refused her offer to help, saying that tonight this was something he wanted to do for her. As he left the spice soup to simmer, she shared her covers and her new-found warmth with him, and they just sat there in front of the fire in companionable silence.
And, not for the first time since she’d met him, she found herself forgetting about her worries, at least for a little while. He just had that effect on her, and she loved him all the more for it. Another worry for another day.