fic: Yours, Eternally (Cara/Kahlan)
Title: Yours, Eternally.
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Disclaimer: I dont own, not mine.
Summary: Kahlan and Cara's story from Richard's hangover desert hallucination
Warnings: erm pretty dark at the end...sort of suicide pact...
Once Richard leaves for the Palace of the Prophets everything changes. In such a short time, their world is redesigned around them. And there is nothing they can do. No way to stem the flow.
A new Seeker is named. Several new Seekers are named. None lasting more than a few months against the oncoming slaughter the Keeper sends. Yet there the three stand. Islands surrounded on all sides by enemies. By those that would kill them. Fighting back the waves. Surviving.
And then Kahlan loses her magic. And Zedd is injured. And they enlist the help of Mord’Sith. And its not the three of them and a Seeker any more. They stop naming them. Running out of hapless well meaning men to throw to the wolves. One day Cara takes the sword from Kahlan and it’s alright. Her tears long dried. Her feelings for Richard put to the back of her mind. So far removed some days she cannot decide if they are still real. Or simply memories. Of the way she once felt. Should feel.
And yet, throughout it all there is a constant. An unwavering variable that never changes. Cara is at her side. In battle. Beside the camp fire. As they walk. Late at night after their watches. Huddling together for warmth. And something else. Which goes unspoken. But is there. Straining at the back of their minds. Scratching at their throats. Clawing at their chests.
Grow ever closer. Day by day. Second by second. Distance long since bridged lessens still.
And then it happens. One night huddled together. Bodies close. On a warm summers evening. Stars above. Trees surrounding. Along way from home. From civilisation. From reality. Mouths so close they breath the same air. Bodies entwined. Skin burning where it touches.
Their mouths are tasting each other. All fire and need and passion. And that something else they will not name because that would make it real. Make this more than it should be.
And Kahlan tells herself sweet lies. Late at night. Sated and naked. Her old enemy cuddled into her side. It’s not cheating. Because it’s a woman. Because she does not love her. Eventually they even sound like lies to her. And so she tells herself. It is not cheating because he left her.
Some months later. She wakes. Rushes for the tree line. Looses the poor excuse that passed for last night’s meal. She cannot get sick. They do not have time. So when it continues she hides it. Passes it off as bad stew. Exhaustion. Fear.
When she wakes without the burn of bile in her throat she only moves closer to the woman in her arms. Relieved at the passing. Until later that day. Dress tighter then she remembered. Stomach swollen. Back aches a little. And she knows. Relief premature. Celebration in vain.
Telling Cara was easy. Her acceptance swift. And yet there was something. A haunted look deep in her eyes. Confusion as to her future role. Their future role. In this battle. In each other’s life.
Once Sonia is born their existence changes. Becomes strained in its domesticity. Familial. Familiar. Alien.
Fighting Banelings whilst holding a babe. Defending towns. When all we each want to do is protect their daughter. Yet they fight on. For the greater good. For her future. In this uncertain world.
Kahlan knows that is why Cara does it. Throws herself into the fray. Battling tens of Banelings whilst she escapes to relative safety with Sonia. But that night. Cold and alone. It makes it no easier.
Alone. Afraid. It becomes too hard. Makes Zedd name a new Seeker. If for nothing but companionship. But he is soft and warm. And his eyes are kind. With the sword at his side. A mix of her two great loves. Though she could never love him. She cares. And for now. In this moment. It might just be enough.
Then Kahlan discovers Cara took the Keepers deal. And her heart breaks anew. Tries to rationalise. But she did not come back. Did not return to her side. To their family.
Late one night she does return. Standing in the shadows. Sees Kahlan awake. Whispers softly into the air. Of love and loss and life. Of all the things they shared. She wishes to share again. That keep her going. Forced her back. To protect from within. In some small way. To continue to keep their daughter safe. To keep Kahlan safe.
Kahlan tells her she is married. Cara tries not to care. Leaves wordlessly. Nothing but a memory and a soft kiss at her temple. Nothing but shadows.
And of course it comes down to them in the end. Enemies once again. Or so it seems.
They both know they are losing the war. That battle. Their lives. Long to give in. Give up. Lay down beside each other and ignore the world. A silent promise made. In a single look. Echoing through time. Off the walls of the Palace of the Prophets. Whispered in their dying breathes. Yours
Kahlan reaches out for her dead daughters hand. One last act in this physical plane. Knows this was the only way. To stop running. Stop fighting. To be together in some way. Their family. Finally reunited in death. For all eternity. True love by her side. Daughter within her fingers. As she feels her last breath leave her body. Prays for light in the darkness. For the end to come quickly.
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Disclaimer: I dont own, not mine.
Summary: Kahlan and Cara's story from Richard's hangover desert hallucination
Warnings: erm pretty dark at the end...sort of suicide pact...
Once Richard leaves for the Palace of the Prophets everything changes. In such a short time, their world is redesigned around them. And there is nothing they can do. No way to stem the flow.
A new Seeker is named. Several new Seekers are named. None lasting more than a few months against the oncoming slaughter the Keeper sends. Yet there the three stand. Islands surrounded on all sides by enemies. By those that would kill them. Fighting back the waves. Surviving.
And then Kahlan loses her magic. And Zedd is injured. And they enlist the help of Mord’Sith. And its not the three of them and a Seeker any more. They stop naming them. Running out of hapless well meaning men to throw to the wolves. One day Cara takes the sword from Kahlan and it’s alright. Her tears long dried. Her feelings for Richard put to the back of her mind. So far removed some days she cannot decide if they are still real. Or simply memories. Of the way she once felt. Should feel.
And yet, throughout it all there is a constant. An unwavering variable that never changes. Cara is at her side. In battle. Beside the camp fire. As they walk. Late at night after their watches. Huddling together for warmth. And something else. Which goes unspoken. But is there. Straining at the back of their minds. Scratching at their throats. Clawing at their chests.
Grow ever closer. Day by day. Second by second. Distance long since bridged lessens still.
And then it happens. One night huddled together. Bodies close. On a warm summers evening. Stars above. Trees surrounding. Along way from home. From civilisation. From reality. Mouths so close they breath the same air. Bodies entwined. Skin burning where it touches.
Their mouths are tasting each other. All fire and need and passion. And that something else they will not name because that would make it real. Make this more than it should be.
And Kahlan tells herself sweet lies. Late at night. Sated and naked. Her old enemy cuddled into her side. It’s not cheating. Because it’s a woman. Because she does not love her. Eventually they even sound like lies to her. And so she tells herself. It is not cheating because he left her.
Some months later. She wakes. Rushes for the tree line. Looses the poor excuse that passed for last night’s meal. She cannot get sick. They do not have time. So when it continues she hides it. Passes it off as bad stew. Exhaustion. Fear.
When she wakes without the burn of bile in her throat she only moves closer to the woman in her arms. Relieved at the passing. Until later that day. Dress tighter then she remembered. Stomach swollen. Back aches a little. And she knows. Relief premature. Celebration in vain.
Telling Cara was easy. Her acceptance swift. And yet there was something. A haunted look deep in her eyes. Confusion as to her future role. Their future role. In this battle. In each other’s life.
Once Sonia is born their existence changes. Becomes strained in its domesticity. Familial. Familiar. Alien.
Fighting Banelings whilst holding a babe. Defending towns. When all we each want to do is protect their daughter. Yet they fight on. For the greater good. For her future. In this uncertain world.
Kahlan knows that is why Cara does it. Throws herself into the fray. Battling tens of Banelings whilst she escapes to relative safety with Sonia. But that night. Cold and alone. It makes it no easier.
Alone. Afraid. It becomes too hard. Makes Zedd name a new Seeker. If for nothing but companionship. But he is soft and warm. And his eyes are kind. With the sword at his side. A mix of her two great loves. Though she could never love him. She cares. And for now. In this moment. It might just be enough.
Then Kahlan discovers Cara took the Keepers deal. And her heart breaks anew. Tries to rationalise. But she did not come back. Did not return to her side. To their family.
Late one night she does return. Standing in the shadows. Sees Kahlan awake. Whispers softly into the air. Of love and loss and life. Of all the things they shared. She wishes to share again. That keep her going. Forced her back. To protect from within. In some small way. To continue to keep their daughter safe. To keep Kahlan safe.
Kahlan tells her she is married. Cara tries not to care. Leaves wordlessly. Nothing but a memory and a soft kiss at her temple. Nothing but shadows.
And of course it comes down to them in the end. Enemies once again. Or so it seems.
They both know they are losing the war. That battle. Their lives. Long to give in. Give up. Lay down beside each other and ignore the world. A silent promise made. In a single look. Echoing through time. Off the walls of the Palace of the Prophets. Whispered in their dying breathes. Yours
Kahlan reaches out for her dead daughters hand. One last act in this physical plane. Knows this was the only way. To stop running. Stop fighting. To be together in some way. Their family. Finally reunited in death. For all eternity. True love by her side. Daughter within her fingers. As she feels her last breath leave her body. Prays for light in the darkness. For the end to come quickly.