FIC: THUNDER ONLY HAPPENS WHEN IT'S RAINING (10/?)
Title: Thunder only happens when it's raining
Author: zagadka4_lj
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: PG 17
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Legend of The Seeker and this was written for enjoyment; certainly mine, hopefully yours.
Summary: Set immediatly after Tears.
When the Keeper was defeated, it seemed that life should start again with happiness and joy, but now Kahlan was feeling only woe and sadness. Along the way toward home, things go awry for the Seeker and his band. They are forced to take paths which will bring them to face what future holds and deal with events from the past. Kahlan will find out that love has many sides and shapes.
Words Count: 788
A/N: This is my very first writing work and for this reason my style and my skill with english will change as the chapters go by (hopefully improving...)
I consider this fic as my personal version of season 3 and it is entirely based on the TV Show also because I haven't read the books. The title of the fic and of the chapters are all titles or verses taken from songs of my favorite band The Corrs.
I am posting this story also on Fanfiction.net (username zagadka4); my aim is to catch up here and then proceed at the same pace on both sites.
Chapter 10 - Only love can break your heart
(Title from the song “Only love can break your heart”)
Cara's heart was tumbling down, beating out of her chest and nobody could tell when and whether it would ever stop from the fall. Or whether the Mord-Sith would ever find it again. But if Cara somehow found her heart and managed to put it back in her chest, it would never be the same. The blonde's heart was broken beyond repair; the void left from Kahlan would bleed until its last beat. Cara felt her body suddenly weaken, as if somebody had stabbed a hole in her soul and poured her spirit away, leaving a hollow shell kneeling there, at the feet of Kahlan's lifeless body. With their hands still holding in each other, the Mord-Sith stared blankly at the perfect face of the woman who came to mean everything, everything to her. Cara was incapable of comprehending that those eyelids would never open again, unveiling the blue sapphires she admired so much, the sparkling orbs she would give anything to see just one more time.
No more shining gazes or warm smiles… no more soft touches… no more fighting side by side… no more teasing banters or mushy lessons about feelings and emotions… no more… Kahlan.
A pang of emptiness ripped through her heart as Cara slowly grasped that Kahlan was really dead. That this all wasn't some insane fever dream. How could this have happened? Cara was still stunned and her mind still processing the past minutes, not believing that this had just happened.
Cara used to say that she had great endurance for pain, but she had been a fool. What she had ever suffered was nothing compared to the wretchedness she was feeling now. She was gasping, her ears were ringing loud as if her eardrums were about to split from the pressure of her blood, pounding like a hammer to an anvil. Her eyes were now dry because, with Kahlan gone, where was the sense in crying? To whom should she show her feelings, her humanity?
Should she have shown Kahlan what she felt for her? No, it was absurd. The Mord-Sith would only obtain the result of offending her Lord Rahl and very likely be despised by the Confessor, maybe even scorned by her. She'd only earn to lose her; to lose the most Kahlan had to offer her, namely her friendship which was enormously more than what Cara deserved and abysmally less than what Cara wished. Well, Cara, now you've lost her anyway. It's too late for regrets.
Below the pain she felt enraged with Kahlan: she didn't care about the things the other woman asked her to do. She owed nothing to her, since the Confessor had the bright idea to do something so senseless and insensitive like dying in her arms. Leaving her completely alone.
Breaking her heart.
Well, Cara hadn't promised anything at all. It was typical from the Mother Confessor: babbling orders, without even taking a moment to see if she was heard or understood, confident that everyone was more than eager to do her bidding. How could Kahlan expect her to tell Richard of the Confessor’s death? To confess to him that she failed Kahlan, failed him, just like she failed everyone she cared about in her life. Her father, her mother, Leo… Cara had never been capable of protecting anyone. If she wasn't even worthy enough to lick Richard's boots, how could she face him and tell him that the love of his life was gone forever? That she hadn't been enough to save her?
But who could bring this burden to Richard, if not Cara? He deserved to know from someone he deemed loyal, even if this would break his trust forever. He deserved to grieve and mourn upon her and Kahlan deserved every tear he could shed.
Kahlan deserved to live, whereas Cara was the one who should have died, the Mord-Sith came to the conclusion, emitting a loud sigh.
If only she could flip their positions…
She didn't believe in miracles or divine providence; she never prayed to the Creator or expected anything from anyone else than herself. But even if she didn't express any request, an answer however came to her unspoken prayer with the features of a man she had hoped not to see again in her life.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? The ghost of a Mord-Sith, weeping over the corpse of the Mother Confessor... Such a disgusting spectacle! Cara, you fell lower than I thought possible."
Darken Rahl chuckled, standing some paces behind the broken Mord-Sith with an odious smile plastered on his mischievous face.
Author: zagadka4_lj
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: PG 17
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Legend of The Seeker and this was written for enjoyment; certainly mine, hopefully yours.
Summary: Set immediatly after Tears.
When the Keeper was defeated, it seemed that life should start again with happiness and joy, but now Kahlan was feeling only woe and sadness. Along the way toward home, things go awry for the Seeker and his band. They are forced to take paths which will bring them to face what future holds and deal with events from the past. Kahlan will find out that love has many sides and shapes.
Words Count: 788
A/N: This is my very first writing work and for this reason my style and my skill with english will change as the chapters go by (hopefully improving...)
I consider this fic as my personal version of season 3 and it is entirely based on the TV Show also because I haven't read the books. The title of the fic and of the chapters are all titles or verses taken from songs of my favorite band The Corrs.
I am posting this story also on Fanfiction.net (username zagadka4); my aim is to catch up here and then proceed at the same pace on both sites.
Chapter 10 - Only love can break your heart
(Title from the song “Only love can break your heart”)
Cara's heart was tumbling down, beating out of her chest and nobody could tell when and whether it would ever stop from the fall. Or whether the Mord-Sith would ever find it again. But if Cara somehow found her heart and managed to put it back in her chest, it would never be the same. The blonde's heart was broken beyond repair; the void left from Kahlan would bleed until its last beat. Cara felt her body suddenly weaken, as if somebody had stabbed a hole in her soul and poured her spirit away, leaving a hollow shell kneeling there, at the feet of Kahlan's lifeless body. With their hands still holding in each other, the Mord-Sith stared blankly at the perfect face of the woman who came to mean everything, everything to her. Cara was incapable of comprehending that those eyelids would never open again, unveiling the blue sapphires she admired so much, the sparkling orbs she would give anything to see just one more time.
No more shining gazes or warm smiles… no more soft touches… no more fighting side by side… no more teasing banters or mushy lessons about feelings and emotions… no more… Kahlan.
A pang of emptiness ripped through her heart as Cara slowly grasped that Kahlan was really dead. That this all wasn't some insane fever dream. How could this have happened? Cara was still stunned and her mind still processing the past minutes, not believing that this had just happened.
Cara used to say that she had great endurance for pain, but she had been a fool. What she had ever suffered was nothing compared to the wretchedness she was feeling now. She was gasping, her ears were ringing loud as if her eardrums were about to split from the pressure of her blood, pounding like a hammer to an anvil. Her eyes were now dry because, with Kahlan gone, where was the sense in crying? To whom should she show her feelings, her humanity?
Should she have shown Kahlan what she felt for her? No, it was absurd. The Mord-Sith would only obtain the result of offending her Lord Rahl and very likely be despised by the Confessor, maybe even scorned by her. She'd only earn to lose her; to lose the most Kahlan had to offer her, namely her friendship which was enormously more than what Cara deserved and abysmally less than what Cara wished. Well, Cara, now you've lost her anyway. It's too late for regrets.
Below the pain she felt enraged with Kahlan: she didn't care about the things the other woman asked her to do. She owed nothing to her, since the Confessor had the bright idea to do something so senseless and insensitive like dying in her arms. Leaving her completely alone.
Breaking her heart.
Well, Cara hadn't promised anything at all. It was typical from the Mother Confessor: babbling orders, without even taking a moment to see if she was heard or understood, confident that everyone was more than eager to do her bidding. How could Kahlan expect her to tell Richard of the Confessor’s death? To confess to him that she failed Kahlan, failed him, just like she failed everyone she cared about in her life. Her father, her mother, Leo… Cara had never been capable of protecting anyone. If she wasn't even worthy enough to lick Richard's boots, how could she face him and tell him that the love of his life was gone forever? That she hadn't been enough to save her?
But who could bring this burden to Richard, if not Cara? He deserved to know from someone he deemed loyal, even if this would break his trust forever. He deserved to grieve and mourn upon her and Kahlan deserved every tear he could shed.
Kahlan deserved to live, whereas Cara was the one who should have died, the Mord-Sith came to the conclusion, emitting a loud sigh.
If only she could flip their positions…
She didn't believe in miracles or divine providence; she never prayed to the Creator or expected anything from anyone else than herself. But even if she didn't express any request, an answer however came to her unspoken prayer with the features of a man she had hoped not to see again in her life.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? The ghost of a Mord-Sith, weeping over the corpse of the Mother Confessor... Such a disgusting spectacle! Cara, you fell lower than I thought possible."
Darken Rahl chuckled, standing some paces behind the broken Mord-Sith with an odious smile plastered on his mischievous face.