LL picture inspired drabble
„No!“ Kahlan shook her head and crossed her arms before her chest. “I’m not allowing it.”
“Then confess him!”
“I will not destroy the life of a man who might be innocent…”
“Then let me handle it for spirits’ sake!” Cara clenched her gloved hand tightly around the handle of her Agiel.
“I can get a confession out of him in no time and you won’t have to move a single finger.”
“I can’t let you torture him Cara.” The blonde clenched her jaw. She was so very close to just ignoring the brunette to do what she knew was best, but ever since she’d started listening to what the Mother Confessor had to say she was constantly going against her most basic instincts.
‘You can’t hurt them’ and ‘try to be nicer’ were just two of the things that tended to leave Kahlan’s mouth.
“I will make it quick. Mord’Sith were taught to use pain and that is exactly what I will do.”
“Cara…” Suddenly Kahlan features softened and she stepped toward the blonde. The Mord’Sith instinctively took a step back and raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “What?”
“I know of the Mord’Sith training and how you’re taught to withstand and even use pain but there’s more than that.”
Now Cara was truly and honestly confused.
“What else is there?” She let go of her Agiel and stared at Kahlan as if the answer would simply spill out of the Mother Confessor’s head.
“There’s pain, yes…” Suddenly Kahlan closed the distance between them and wrapped her slender fingers around the handle of Cara’s Agiel that was still in its holster. The blue eyes of the Mother Confessor darkened as the pain shot through her entire arm to spread over shoulder to her chest and back.
“But there’s also love, and passion and tenderness…” She continued and raised her other hand to gently cup Cara’s cheek. Her thumb stroked slowly back and forth, almost touching the blonde’s full lips.
The Mord’Sith had no idea what to make of the situation, at all, so she carefully took a hold of Kahlan’s wrist and pulled the brunette’s hand away from the Agiel and the pain.
The other hand however stayed in place.
“Alright fine…” Cara murmured and looked away to escape that intense blue-eyed gaze. Maybe there was more than pain, and while those fingers were still burning against the skin of her cheek she could almost believe it.
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The Mother Confessor has many faces and only very few get to see all of them.
In her childhood it used to be her sister Dennee. She was her confidant and best friend. Over time they turned into women and grew apart. She still loved Dennee very much, but the connection between them had changed and would remain this way till end of their lives. Confessors were solitary. That was just the way life was meant to be.
That was, until she met her. That woman, that Mord’Sith. The blonde in red leather managed to coax every single expression she was capable of from her. Every single one.
At first it was rage. The Con Dar even, and the Mord’Sith still dared to come back, to join their quest. Simple distrust was in every sneer and glance. With a good measure of arrogance thrown in.
She used to hold her head high and walk past the Mord’Sith without as much as a cold stare. Then somehow she felt compassion for this tortured and broken woman. They were not so different after all. Their lives were meant to destroy other life one way or another.
The coldness in her features soon began to vanish and was replaced with tender smiles and grins being sent the blonde’s way. There was something about her snarky comments and sarcastic remarks that made her chuckle most of the time.
And eventually she began to feel protected, safe and understood in the presence of the Mord’Sith. There was something in her eyes then, whenever she looked into those sea-green orbs. A careful feeling blooming in her heart that eventually turned out to be more than just love. A connection that not even the Keeper himself could ever severe.
Born from hate, and changed into something far more unexpected and wonderful.
“Hey what are you writing?” Kahlan asked as she tried to peer at the piece of parchment Cara was scribbling on. In the blink of an eye the blonde had neatly folded it and tucked away in her pack. Kahlan raised her eyebrows in suspicion. “What?”
Cara shrugged. “I was just thinking of… your face.”
“Alright…”