Fic: Leather (Legend of the Seeker, Cara/Dahlia, PG)
Title: Leather
Author: alyse
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: PG
Characters: Cara/Dahlia
Word Count: 240
Disclaimer: Original source and characters belong to Terry Goodkind and Disney/ABC. This is a not for profit fanfiction, written for sheer love of the show.
Author's Notes: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
legendland marathon challenge, using the prompt 'leather'. Also for ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aithine, since she's sitting up with me and poking me every so often to make me write.
Summary: She has earned this.
-o-
The leather is slick against Cara’s skin, smooth and slightly warm to the touch. She runs her fingers down her arms, her palms down her legs, just to feel it as it catches against her skin.
She has earned this, the right to wear the dark red of a Mord’Sith. Paid for it in tears and blood, in pain and in sacrifice, and she does not regret a thing.
As a child, she was taught that pride was a sin; as a Mord’Sith, a fully-fledged Sister of the Agiel, she knows better. Pride is all that matters – pride in her status, pride in earning the right to stand by the Lord Rahl’s side. She has earned this.
And she is not the only one. When she turns her head, Dahlia is watching her, clad in the same blood-red garb she wears, the leather moulded to Dahlia’s form just as it must cling to Cara’s own. There is a light of pride in Dahlia’s eyes, as well, the glory of making it through every trial, but there is another light in there, too. One with which Cara is all too familiar.
She lets that knowledge show on her face and sees an answering glint in Dahlia’s eyes, in the slow, subtle curve of Dahlia’s lips. They have earned the right to wear this leather, but Cara cannot wait to strip them both of it and take possession of the real prize.
Author: alyse
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: PG
Characters: Cara/Dahlia
Word Count: 240
Disclaimer: Original source and characters belong to Terry Goodkind and Disney/ABC. This is a not for profit fanfiction, written for sheer love of the show.
Author's Notes: Written for the
legendland marathon challenge, using the prompt 'leather'. Also for aithine, since she's sitting up with me and poking me every so often to make me write.Summary: She has earned this.
-o-
The leather is slick against Cara’s skin, smooth and slightly warm to the touch. She runs her fingers down her arms, her palms down her legs, just to feel it as it catches against her skin.
She has earned this, the right to wear the dark red of a Mord’Sith. Paid for it in tears and blood, in pain and in sacrifice, and she does not regret a thing.
As a child, she was taught that pride was a sin; as a Mord’Sith, a fully-fledged Sister of the Agiel, she knows better. Pride is all that matters – pride in her status, pride in earning the right to stand by the Lord Rahl’s side. She has earned this.
And she is not the only one. When she turns her head, Dahlia is watching her, clad in the same blood-red garb she wears, the leather moulded to Dahlia’s form just as it must cling to Cara’s own. There is a light of pride in Dahlia’s eyes, as well, the glory of making it through every trial, but there is another light in there, too. One with which Cara is all too familiar.
She lets that knowledge show on her face and sees an answering glint in Dahlia’s eyes, in the slow, subtle curve of Dahlia’s lips. They have earned the right to wear this leather, but Cara cannot wait to strip them both of it and take possession of the real prize.