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jedi_of_urth) wrote2012-05-16 04:34 pm
jedi_of_urth) wrote2012-05-16 04:34 pm
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Fic: Tainted Love
Title: Tainted Love
Author:jedi_of_urth
Fandom: Legend of the seeker
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Dalia
Rating: R
Word Count: 350
Prompt: I’m sure there was one but I can’t recall it
Summary: Cara and Dalia through the years
Disclaimer: LotS isn’t mine
Author's Notes/Warnings (fic): LAS fic, femslash, non-graphic sex, mentions of torture and death. Spoilers for most of the series since Dalia doesn’t show up until near the end.
Author’s Notes (flashback): Originally written May 2011. I think this one got a mixed reaction, that some people thought it was well written and some didn’t get it. It’s different from a lot of the things I write, but that was part of the point of doing these competitions, I got to try out some different styles.
They had been children together, though that was a lifetime ago now. Back then they had traded small kisses of youth and friendship as fit those days of innocence.
They had trained together to become Mord Sith. They had supported each other through the torture and held each other in the darkness as they cried out their pain. At least until they stopped feeling the pain and tears were a forgotten memory of lost childhood.
They had shared torture and death and felt nothing but satisfaction. They were Mord Sith, they felt little else.
They feared nothing but failure, and even that was buried beneath a certainty of success. If they ever felt particularly concerned for each other’s safety they would never have admitted it.
Dalia had stayed at Cara’s side as she birthed her son. In some ways she seemed to care more about the boy that Cara herself, not that either of them gave the child a thought after he was taken away. Cara was grateful for her friend’s presence, but anything beyond that she wouldn’t have allowed herself to feel if she could have recognized it.
At Valeria they had fought side by side and when it was over they had passionately made love with the blood still on their hands. It wasn’t the first time, but it had, in many ways, been the last.
Because Cara was different now, and she remembered everything. She was beginning to understand everything that had been taken from them, denied them, twisted and corrupted so that they could never have realized the truth. As she kissed her way down Dalia’s body she started thinking more than she would have liked. Wondering who they might have been if their own lives hadn’t been taken from them at such a young age, if they could ever have made love without feeling they had to deny the depths of their feelings, even to themselves.
Because now as they hungrily grasped each other a thought crossed Cara’s mind that she still knew she couldn’t put words to. I love you. I’ve always loved you.
Author:
jedi_of_urthFandom: Legend of the seeker
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Dalia
Rating: R
Word Count: 350
Prompt: I’m sure there was one but I can’t recall it
Summary: Cara and Dalia through the years
Disclaimer: LotS isn’t mine
Author's Notes/Warnings (fic): LAS fic, femslash, non-graphic sex, mentions of torture and death. Spoilers for most of the series since Dalia doesn’t show up until near the end.
Author’s Notes (flashback): Originally written May 2011. I think this one got a mixed reaction, that some people thought it was well written and some didn’t get it. It’s different from a lot of the things I write, but that was part of the point of doing these competitions, I got to try out some different styles.
They had been children together, though that was a lifetime ago now. Back then they had traded small kisses of youth and friendship as fit those days of innocence.
They had trained together to become Mord Sith. They had supported each other through the torture and held each other in the darkness as they cried out their pain. At least until they stopped feeling the pain and tears were a forgotten memory of lost childhood.
They had shared torture and death and felt nothing but satisfaction. They were Mord Sith, they felt little else.
They feared nothing but failure, and even that was buried beneath a certainty of success. If they ever felt particularly concerned for each other’s safety they would never have admitted it.
Dalia had stayed at Cara’s side as she birthed her son. In some ways she seemed to care more about the boy that Cara herself, not that either of them gave the child a thought after he was taken away. Cara was grateful for her friend’s presence, but anything beyond that she wouldn’t have allowed herself to feel if she could have recognized it.
At Valeria they had fought side by side and when it was over they had passionately made love with the blood still on their hands. It wasn’t the first time, but it had, in many ways, been the last.
Because Cara was different now, and she remembered everything. She was beginning to understand everything that had been taken from them, denied them, twisted and corrupted so that they could never have realized the truth. As she kissed her way down Dalia’s body she started thinking more than she would have liked. Wondering who they might have been if their own lives hadn’t been taken from them at such a young age, if they could ever have made love without feeling they had to deny the depths of their feelings, even to themselves.
Because now as they hungrily grasped each other a thought crossed Cara’s mind that she still knew she couldn’t put words to. I love you. I’ve always loved you.