Road to Ruin 4a/?
Title: Road to Ruin 4a/?
Author: synergyfox
Pairing(s): Cara/Kahlan, Garen/Dahlia, Raina/Berdine, Denna/Nicci
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Nicci being Nicci. Denna being Denna.
Disclaimer: Terry Goodkind [and Disney] own the Sword of Truth/Legend of the Seeker... I honestly just own the demented brain behind this fic - oh and an Optimus Prime helmet I write in.
Summary: Post-Torn, things don't go as planned and the two parts of Kahlan are not reunited.
Part: | 1 | 2 | 3a | 3b | 3c | 3d | 4a |
Note: These next four sections focus on Denna's adventure.
Nicci frowned as she dipped her hands into the cool water, streaks of pink painted across her pale skin. She allowed her eyes to travel up slowly, following the pink until her eyes came to rest on an unmoving lump against a fallen tree in the river. The Sister of the Dark moved slowly towards it, taking what little precautions she could; an ill timed visit to Aydindril to get Fyren on her side left her drained thanks to the Mother Confessor's Wizard.
The lump became clearer, a blonde woman was slumped over the tree with an arrow protruding from her back. Blood flowed freely from the wound and her mouth; the sorceress frowned deeply as she wondered just what this naked, blonde beauty had done to get an arrow in the back. Curiosity got the better of her as she waded through the river to collect the unconscious woman, pulling her carefully from the fallen tree. The woman groaned in pain and Nicci's frown deepened, taking in the tired look as the woman forced her eyes open.
Glazed blue eyes were bloodshot and her body was almost slack from exhaustion; her head lulled against Nicci's shoulder and her eyes drifted shut once more. Nicci groaned and cursed her curiosity as she lifted the woman gently into her arms, holding her protectively.
She carried the young woman out of the river and into the woods, placing her gently on the bedroll next to the fire built earlier. Nicci straightened and waved her hand over her soaked dress, straining to dry it partially; again she cursed the Mother Confessor's Wizard for his annoying little spell that drained her of her powers. She could feel her Han slowly returning, it was not as though her magic had been taken, just muted.
Nicci sighed after a moment, she really did not enjoy the fact that she could not simply dry her dress. When she got the chance she was going to blast the Wizard of the First Order with a bolt of lightning and do something utterly horrifying to the Mother Confessor. It was atrocious, stripping someone of their magic - even if she had done so many times before.
A small whimper pulled her from her musings and crouched down, touching the area around the arrow, "what happened to you?" The blonde groaned in pain, twitching away unconsciously from the touch.
The sorceress sighed once more and moved to her pack, rifling through the stolen items until she found a bit of wrapping hiding near the bottom. She snatched it up and moved around more to pour water into a small pan over the fire, preparing the rest of the items she would need to fix up the woman's wound.
It took a little over half an hour to get everything prepared; she gently rolled the woman onto her stomach, taking the time to brush her fingers through the woman's blonde locks. She drew the hair away and took her chances, pulling the arrow out quickly and tossing it to the side. With her pull the woman followed, arching up with a small, pained cry; Nicci quickly poured the hot water onto her back before wrapping the wound quickly.
"Shh..." Nicci soothed as she tightened the wrappings, "it's alright. You'll be alright." She pressed the palm of her hand against the wound and whispered softly, watching a bit of her Han flow into the woman. Nicci frowned yet again as her Han reluctantly forced its way into the blonde. Something was resisting.
Nicci shook her head and brushed her fingers against the woman's bare back, "you are an odd one. Whatever you are. A muse maybe? You are quite beautiful."
She watched the woman for a few more moments before standing once more, muttering under her breath about the inconvenience that was Zeddicus Zu'l Zorrander. It was his doing, confessed though he was, that had caused her Han to be muted. The Mother Confessor's orders. Nicci's jaw clenched, she really did not like that woman.
Hours passed and Nicci tended to the blonde woman, keeping her fever down with a wet bit of cloth which she changed at regular intervals. Nicci brushed her fingers through the woman's tresses occasionally, bored out of her mind and keeping an eye out for any of her traitorous fellow Sisters. Soon she was lulled into a light sleep, fingers buried in the blonde's hair; both of their chests rose and fell peacefully and Nicci's fingers twitched occasionally.
Morning came and Nicci groaned, squinting as she tried to clear her vision; she felt a little stronger now - could feel her Han flowing with ease, weak though it was.
"What in the name of the Keeper do you think you are doing?" The voice was rough and the exhausted, injured woman tried to push herself up with only to have a brief flash of pain cross over her features.
"Stop. You're going to hurt yourself more." Nicci moved, pulling her hand from the woman's hair to push her back down onto the bedroll, forcing herself to keep from growling. "I only just wrapped your wound last night. You need to rest."
"You were petting my head."
"Yes. Get over it. Rest." Nicci paused for a few moments and glanced down at discontent woman, "what is your name?"
The woman closed her eyes, giving in after a few moments of struggling against Nicci's hand; she grunted and rested face-first against the bedroll, eyes closing a little. "Denna."
"Well Denna. My name is Nicci."
Nicci watched as Denna closed her eyes in acceptance and rested against the bedroll, exhausted once more with a little help via a wave of lethargy from Nicci's Han. Nicci pulled the blanket up and watched as Denna snuggled in, warmed by the spell cast years ago when she had been just a young sorceress in training. She resisted the urge to make an "aw" sound as the blonde nuzzled the bedroll, resting with a peaceful look on her face.
Hours passed in silence with Nicci meditating, trying to get her Han back to normal levels and Denna sleeping, her body trying to recover from the wound. Nicci frowned and opened one eye when a sound reached her ears, Denna was whimpering something into the bedroll - trembling.
"Cara..." Denna panted, gripping the bedroll tightly with one hand.
Nicci frowned as she brushed her fingers gently against Denna's furrowed brow, trying to ease her dreams; she pushed a bit of Han into Denna with increasing difficulty, watching as the woman relaxed, drifting back into the throws of Morpheus. Denna continued to be curiouser and curiouser throughout the day, every time Nicci tried to use her magic on the woman it got continuously more difficult to push into her.
A small growl escaped Denna's lips.
It was like a small puppy trying to be intimidating.
"Stay away from my Cara..." Denna grunted, clinging even more to the bedroll.
Nicci sighed again and pressed her fingertips to Denna's temple, focusing on pushing her Han into Denna; a smug look graced her features as Denna fell asleep again, content and relaxed - dreamless.
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// You know the drill
// Attention span = fail
// This bit focuses a bit
// More on Denna
//==================
"So... Denna..." Nicci tried as she watched the Mord'Sith sat back against a tree, snuggled in under the incredibly warm blanket as she nibbled on a bit of pheasant. "Your wound? Where did you get it?"
Denna remained quiet for a few moments, chewing slowly on the meat before lifting her eyes while she attempted to figure out how much to tell. "I was being kept in the dungeons of the Confessor's Palace..." she watched Nicci study her, "with my... friend. I managed to escape but not without getting shot down by one of the Home Guard."
Nicci's eyebrows lifted, "you escaped Aydindril... naked."
Denna pursed her lips, "is it so impossible?" She wasn't quite willing to throw in a '"I am Mord'Sith, nothing can stop me," just yet. The woman had saved her from death and she did not want to loose this woman just yet.
Why? She's just some woman who saved me from dying.
"No... it's just... odd."
"I wasn't exactly focused on getting dressed..." Denna muttered, sucking on some of the meat before nibbling on more of it. "I was focused on escaping Aydindril alive so I can get back in."
Nicci's eyes widened, "get back in?"
Denna smiled grimly, "I have to rescue my... friend."
A/N: Yay!
Author: synergyfox
Pairing(s): Cara/Kahlan, Garen/Dahlia, Raina/Berdine, Denna/Nicci
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Nicci being Nicci. Denna being Denna.
Disclaimer: Terry Goodkind [and Disney] own the Sword of Truth/Legend of the Seeker... I honestly just own the demented brain behind this fic - oh and an Optimus Prime helmet I write in.
Summary: Post-Torn, things don't go as planned and the two parts of Kahlan are not reunited.
Part: | 1 | 2 | 3a | 3b | 3c | 3d | 4a |
Note: These next four sections focus on Denna's adventure.
Nicci frowned as she dipped her hands into the cool water, streaks of pink painted across her pale skin. She allowed her eyes to travel up slowly, following the pink until her eyes came to rest on an unmoving lump against a fallen tree in the river. The Sister of the Dark moved slowly towards it, taking what little precautions she could; an ill timed visit to Aydindril to get Fyren on her side left her drained thanks to the Mother Confessor's Wizard.
The lump became clearer, a blonde woman was slumped over the tree with an arrow protruding from her back. Blood flowed freely from the wound and her mouth; the sorceress frowned deeply as she wondered just what this naked, blonde beauty had done to get an arrow in the back. Curiosity got the better of her as she waded through the river to collect the unconscious woman, pulling her carefully from the fallen tree. The woman groaned in pain and Nicci's frown deepened, taking in the tired look as the woman forced her eyes open.
Glazed blue eyes were bloodshot and her body was almost slack from exhaustion; her head lulled against Nicci's shoulder and her eyes drifted shut once more. Nicci groaned and cursed her curiosity as she lifted the woman gently into her arms, holding her protectively.
She carried the young woman out of the river and into the woods, placing her gently on the bedroll next to the fire built earlier. Nicci straightened and waved her hand over her soaked dress, straining to dry it partially; again she cursed the Mother Confessor's Wizard for his annoying little spell that drained her of her powers. She could feel her Han slowly returning, it was not as though her magic had been taken, just muted.
Nicci sighed after a moment, she really did not enjoy the fact that she could not simply dry her dress. When she got the chance she was going to blast the Wizard of the First Order with a bolt of lightning and do something utterly horrifying to the Mother Confessor. It was atrocious, stripping someone of their magic - even if she had done so many times before.
A small whimper pulled her from her musings and crouched down, touching the area around the arrow, "what happened to you?" The blonde groaned in pain, twitching away unconsciously from the touch.
The sorceress sighed once more and moved to her pack, rifling through the stolen items until she found a bit of wrapping hiding near the bottom. She snatched it up and moved around more to pour water into a small pan over the fire, preparing the rest of the items she would need to fix up the woman's wound.
It took a little over half an hour to get everything prepared; she gently rolled the woman onto her stomach, taking the time to brush her fingers through the woman's blonde locks. She drew the hair away and took her chances, pulling the arrow out quickly and tossing it to the side. With her pull the woman followed, arching up with a small, pained cry; Nicci quickly poured the hot water onto her back before wrapping the wound quickly.
"Shh..." Nicci soothed as she tightened the wrappings, "it's alright. You'll be alright." She pressed the palm of her hand against the wound and whispered softly, watching a bit of her Han flow into the woman. Nicci frowned yet again as her Han reluctantly forced its way into the blonde. Something was resisting.
Nicci shook her head and brushed her fingers against the woman's bare back, "you are an odd one. Whatever you are. A muse maybe? You are quite beautiful."
She watched the woman for a few more moments before standing once more, muttering under her breath about the inconvenience that was Zeddicus Zu'l Zorrander. It was his doing, confessed though he was, that had caused her Han to be muted. The Mother Confessor's orders. Nicci's jaw clenched, she really did not like that woman.
Hours passed and Nicci tended to the blonde woman, keeping her fever down with a wet bit of cloth which she changed at regular intervals. Nicci brushed her fingers through the woman's tresses occasionally, bored out of her mind and keeping an eye out for any of her traitorous fellow Sisters. Soon she was lulled into a light sleep, fingers buried in the blonde's hair; both of their chests rose and fell peacefully and Nicci's fingers twitched occasionally.
Morning came and Nicci groaned, squinting as she tried to clear her vision; she felt a little stronger now - could feel her Han flowing with ease, weak though it was.
"What in the name of the Keeper do you think you are doing?" The voice was rough and the exhausted, injured woman tried to push herself up with only to have a brief flash of pain cross over her features.
"Stop. You're going to hurt yourself more." Nicci moved, pulling her hand from the woman's hair to push her back down onto the bedroll, forcing herself to keep from growling. "I only just wrapped your wound last night. You need to rest."
"You were petting my head."
"Yes. Get over it. Rest." Nicci paused for a few moments and glanced down at discontent woman, "what is your name?"
The woman closed her eyes, giving in after a few moments of struggling against Nicci's hand; she grunted and rested face-first against the bedroll, eyes closing a little. "Denna."
"Well Denna. My name is Nicci."
Nicci watched as Denna closed her eyes in acceptance and rested against the bedroll, exhausted once more with a little help via a wave of lethargy from Nicci's Han. Nicci pulled the blanket up and watched as Denna snuggled in, warmed by the spell cast years ago when she had been just a young sorceress in training. She resisted the urge to make an "aw" sound as the blonde nuzzled the bedroll, resting with a peaceful look on her face.
Hours passed in silence with Nicci meditating, trying to get her Han back to normal levels and Denna sleeping, her body trying to recover from the wound. Nicci frowned and opened one eye when a sound reached her ears, Denna was whimpering something into the bedroll - trembling.
"Cara..." Denna panted, gripping the bedroll tightly with one hand.
Nicci frowned as she brushed her fingers gently against Denna's furrowed brow, trying to ease her dreams; she pushed a bit of Han into Denna with increasing difficulty, watching as the woman relaxed, drifting back into the throws of Morpheus. Denna continued to be curiouser and curiouser throughout the day, every time Nicci tried to use her magic on the woman it got continuously more difficult to push into her.
A small growl escaped Denna's lips.
It was like a small puppy trying to be intimidating.
"Stay away from my Cara..." Denna grunted, clinging even more to the bedroll.
Nicci sighed again and pressed her fingertips to Denna's temple, focusing on pushing her Han into Denna; a smug look graced her features as Denna fell asleep again, content and relaxed - dreamless.
//==================
// You know the drill
// Attention span = fail
// This bit focuses a bit
// More on Denna
//==================
"So... Denna..." Nicci tried as she watched the Mord'Sith sat back against a tree, snuggled in under the incredibly warm blanket as she nibbled on a bit of pheasant. "Your wound? Where did you get it?"
Denna remained quiet for a few moments, chewing slowly on the meat before lifting her eyes while she attempted to figure out how much to tell. "I was being kept in the dungeons of the Confessor's Palace..." she watched Nicci study her, "with my... friend. I managed to escape but not without getting shot down by one of the Home Guard."
Nicci's eyebrows lifted, "you escaped Aydindril... naked."
Denna pursed her lips, "is it so impossible?" She wasn't quite willing to throw in a '"I am Mord'Sith, nothing can stop me," just yet. The woman had saved her from death and she did not want to loose this woman just yet.
Why? She's just some woman who saved me from dying.
"No... it's just... odd."
"I wasn't exactly focused on getting dressed..." Denna muttered, sucking on some of the meat before nibbling on more of it. "I was focused on escaping Aydindril alive so I can get back in."
Nicci's eyes widened, "get back in?"
Denna smiled grimly, "I have to rescue my... friend."
A/N: Yay!