Title: Binding
Author: alyse
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: PG
Characters: Cara, Richard
Word Count: 560
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 'Richard/Cara, platonic, sweet moment'. Also for ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aithine, since she picked the prompt from the list. (8 down, 2 to go.)
Summary: If he wants some demonstration of her loyalty to him, he should simply ask her to bring him a head or two. On a pike.
-o-
Richard has this ridiculous idea that they should 'bond'. It was bad enough that he expected her to bond with Kahlan and Zedd, but he is the Lord Rahl, whether he wants to accept it or not. She is a Mord'Sith. She is already bound to him in every way that matters, and she fails to see how going hunting with him, 'just the two of us', is supposed to strengthen that bond any further.
If he wants some demonstration of her loyalty to him, he should simply ask her to bring him a head or two. On a pike. At least that way the stinking things don't drip from her saddlebags.
She suspects she probably shouldn't mention that part to Richard. He's twitchy enough about being the true Lord Rahl without bringing politics into it. So instead she's left trailing Richard into the woods, away from the beaten path, on this ridiculous bonding mission masking as a hunting expedition.
And she still hasn't managed to shoot anything worth mentioning.
"Easy," Richard breathes in her ear, and she resists the urge to smack him away - and not for the first time today. How on earth she's supposed to learn how to hit anything with a pointed stick when he insists on hovering over her like a mother hen...
There's a flash of white as a deer takes fright, tail bobbing as it leaps away. Cara's arrow falls far short, but Richard draws smoothly, his arrow flying straight and true, striking home. It's instinctive to him as breathing, as drawing her agiels and embracing the pain of them is to Cara, and part of her admires that skill.
The rest of her really wants to kick him in his ankle. Hard. Maybe she can claim she heard a sound, draw her agiels and 'slip' in a way that means she gets to use them on him. Again.
"You're getting better," Richard says, as annoyingly perky as always. She rolls her eyes at him, huffing under her breath - he's a better liar than she thought he'd be but every so often he says something so patently untrue that she despairs of him - but he simply laughs, slapping her on the shoulder.
"You've been at this for, what? A few sevendays?" he asks her, tilting his head to look at her like he isn't exactly aware - to the day - of how much time he's wasted trying to teach this particular pig to dance. "Took me the better part of a year before I came close to hitting my first rabbit, and you got one yesterday."
She brightens up at that, treating him to a small smirk even though she hardly considers a mere rabbit worthy prey. Still, she's Mord'Sith. Killing comes naturally to her. Of course she would progress faster than he had.
"But then," he said consideringly, twisting his lips thoughtfully and staring up at the sky, "I was only six at the time."
And just like that, her good humour vanishes, something that Richard doesn't miss as he shoots her a sly, sidelong look, one that's full of good-natured amusement at her expense. "Come on," he says, nudging her gently with the end of his bow. "Now you're going to learn how to gut a deer."
Accidentally 'slipping' in his direction with her agiels is looking better all of the time.
Author: alyse
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: PG
Characters: Cara, Richard
Word Count: 560
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 'Richard/Cara, platonic, sweet moment'. Also for aithine, since she picked the prompt from the list. (8 down, 2 to go.)Summary: If he wants some demonstration of her loyalty to him, he should simply ask her to bring him a head or two. On a pike.
-o-
Richard has this ridiculous idea that they should 'bond'. It was bad enough that he expected her to bond with Kahlan and Zedd, but he is the Lord Rahl, whether he wants to accept it or not. She is a Mord'Sith. She is already bound to him in every way that matters, and she fails to see how going hunting with him, 'just the two of us', is supposed to strengthen that bond any further.
If he wants some demonstration of her loyalty to him, he should simply ask her to bring him a head or two. On a pike. At least that way the stinking things don't drip from her saddlebags.
She suspects she probably shouldn't mention that part to Richard. He's twitchy enough about being the true Lord Rahl without bringing politics into it. So instead she's left trailing Richard into the woods, away from the beaten path, on this ridiculous bonding mission masking as a hunting expedition.
And she still hasn't managed to shoot anything worth mentioning.
"Easy," Richard breathes in her ear, and she resists the urge to smack him away - and not for the first time today. How on earth she's supposed to learn how to hit anything with a pointed stick when he insists on hovering over her like a mother hen...
There's a flash of white as a deer takes fright, tail bobbing as it leaps away. Cara's arrow falls far short, but Richard draws smoothly, his arrow flying straight and true, striking home. It's instinctive to him as breathing, as drawing her agiels and embracing the pain of them is to Cara, and part of her admires that skill.
The rest of her really wants to kick him in his ankle. Hard. Maybe she can claim she heard a sound, draw her agiels and 'slip' in a way that means she gets to use them on him. Again.
"You're getting better," Richard says, as annoyingly perky as always. She rolls her eyes at him, huffing under her breath - he's a better liar than she thought he'd be but every so often he says something so patently untrue that she despairs of him - but he simply laughs, slapping her on the shoulder.
"You've been at this for, what? A few sevendays?" he asks her, tilting his head to look at her like he isn't exactly aware - to the day - of how much time he's wasted trying to teach this particular pig to dance. "Took me the better part of a year before I came close to hitting my first rabbit, and you got one yesterday."
She brightens up at that, treating him to a small smirk even though she hardly considers a mere rabbit worthy prey. Still, she's Mord'Sith. Killing comes naturally to her. Of course she would progress faster than he had.
"But then," he said consideringly, twisting his lips thoughtfully and staring up at the sky, "I was only six at the time."
And just like that, her good humour vanishes, something that Richard doesn't miss as he shoots her a sly, sidelong look, one that's full of good-natured amusement at her expense. "Come on," he says, nudging her gently with the end of his bow. "Now you're going to learn how to gut a deer."
Accidentally 'slipping' in his direction with her agiels is looking better all of the time.