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madame_denna) wrote2012-01-27 09:39 pm
madame_denna) wrote2012-01-27 09:39 pm
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Winter troubles at the Palace of the Prophets (II)
Characters: Cara/Denna/Kahlan/others
Rating: PG-13
Words: 500
Warnings: besides pure crack! => none
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
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legendland
Prompt: snow
A/N: yes, yes I know!!!! But there are some snow-flakes!! ;)
Read this first
The cold winter was the most uneventful season in the Palace of the Prophets and with no more prophecy's to unravel, the news that the Seeker, Kahlan Amnell, would pay a visit, spread like nightwhisps on spirits through the temple. Sister Cara was weaving with Prelate Denna as the word reached their ears.
"Prelate, do you think she will be wearing the armor that we crochet for her?"
The Prelate thought about it, "You mean the thin straps that you considered to be a corset?"
"Yes."
"Let's not hope so." Prelate Denna looked concerned. She rested her hand on Cara's arm. "Your sisters could never handle the Seeker in that armor with all the UST their duty is forcing upon them."
Sister Cara titled her head to the side in confusion, "Prelate?"
"Hm?"
"UST?"
"Yes!"
Cara, slightly annoyed that she had to repeat herself, always assuming the big hat the Prelate was wearing had something to do with it, spoke now ever so slowly, "What do you mean with UST?"
Gripping Sister Cara's shoulders exasperatingly with both hands, she lowered her voice and looked around if anyone was about to overhear their conversation, "unresolved sexual tension!"
"Oh!" Sister Cara bit the insides of her cheeks. "I think we handle it quite well," she muttered under her breath.
But the Prelate was not listing anymore, captured by thoughts of sexual frustrated Sisters of the Light squeeing over the Seeker of Truth. Kahlan Amnell would never know what hit her.
"Sister Cara," Prelate Denna pleaded, "we have hurry, welcome the Seeker before any of your Sisters sees her and something.. 'unexpected' happens!"
Cara only rolled her eyes, but proceeded with the Prelate to the main gate. Unfortunately, they arrived too late. The doors of the main gate stood wide open, caring dancing snowflakes into the depths of the Palace. A group of her Sisters were already lining the entrance on both sides. The Prelate clutched Sister Cara's hand tightly in nervous anticipation. Cara could feel the Prelate trembling beside her and felt the worry from soft-hearted woman through her surprisingly painful grip.
And there she was. The raven haired stunning beauty, but most importantly - wearing a cloak.
Sending silent prayers to the Creator, the Prelate rushed to the Seeker, taking her hands in her own, "You honor us with your presence, Seeker! May the Creator always be with you!"
Kahlan gave her an affectionate smile, "thank you Prelate. We are glad to escape the snowstorm outside."
Like in slow-motion, the Prelate watched with widened eyes, as Kahlan Amnell stripped out of her cloak and revealed the said daring armor beneath it. The Prelate paled, the Sisters squealed with delight.
"The armor looks so nice on you, Seeker," the Prelate said cautiously, watching her Sisters out of the corner of her eye.
Kahlan looked at her with a twinkle in her eye, "You should see me without it."
The Prelate could only watch, as her fellow Sisters fainted at the implication, taking in the distinct sound of bodies hitting the floor.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 500
Warnings: besides pure crack! => none
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
Written for:
legendlandPrompt: snow
A/N: yes, yes I know!!!! But there are some snow-flakes!! ;)
Read this first
The cold winter was the most uneventful season in the Palace of the Prophets and with no more prophecy's to unravel, the news that the Seeker, Kahlan Amnell, would pay a visit, spread like nightwhisps on spirits through the temple. Sister Cara was weaving with Prelate Denna as the word reached their ears.
"Prelate, do you think she will be wearing the armor that we crochet for her?"
The Prelate thought about it, "You mean the thin straps that you considered to be a corset?"
"Yes."
"Let's not hope so." Prelate Denna looked concerned. She rested her hand on Cara's arm. "Your sisters could never handle the Seeker in that armor with all the UST their duty is forcing upon them."
Sister Cara titled her head to the side in confusion, "Prelate?"
"Hm?"
"UST?"
"Yes!"
Cara, slightly annoyed that she had to repeat herself, always assuming the big hat the Prelate was wearing had something to do with it, spoke now ever so slowly, "What do you mean with UST?"
Gripping Sister Cara's shoulders exasperatingly with both hands, she lowered her voice and looked around if anyone was about to overhear their conversation, "unresolved sexual tension!"
"Oh!" Sister Cara bit the insides of her cheeks. "I think we handle it quite well," she muttered under her breath.
But the Prelate was not listing anymore, captured by thoughts of sexual frustrated Sisters of the Light squeeing over the Seeker of Truth. Kahlan Amnell would never know what hit her.
"Sister Cara," Prelate Denna pleaded, "we have hurry, welcome the Seeker before any of your Sisters sees her and something.. 'unexpected' happens!"
Cara only rolled her eyes, but proceeded with the Prelate to the main gate. Unfortunately, they arrived too late. The doors of the main gate stood wide open, caring dancing snowflakes into the depths of the Palace. A group of her Sisters were already lining the entrance on both sides. The Prelate clutched Sister Cara's hand tightly in nervous anticipation. Cara could feel the Prelate trembling beside her and felt the worry from soft-hearted woman through her surprisingly painful grip.
And there she was. The raven haired stunning beauty, but most importantly - wearing a cloak.
Sending silent prayers to the Creator, the Prelate rushed to the Seeker, taking her hands in her own, "You honor us with your presence, Seeker! May the Creator always be with you!"
Kahlan gave her an affectionate smile, "thank you Prelate. We are glad to escape the snowstorm outside."
Like in slow-motion, the Prelate watched with widened eyes, as Kahlan Amnell stripped out of her cloak and revealed the said daring armor beneath it. The Prelate paled, the Sisters squealed with delight.
"The armor looks so nice on you, Seeker," the Prelate said cautiously, watching her Sisters out of the corner of her eye.
Kahlan looked at her with a twinkle in her eye, "You should see me without it."
The Prelate could only watch, as her fellow Sisters fainted at the implication, taking in the distinct sound of bodies hitting the floor.
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you just know how to do crack and I voted for it. 'cause it's so funny an great :D
good to have you back. ich bin echt froh dass bei dir alles gut ausgegangen ist, hab an dich und deinen Bruder gedacht.
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Ich bin auch sehr, sehr froh :) Oh gott am Dienstag sah die Welt noch so düster aus.. Danke dir :)
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do we really know each other that well?
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Ok, don't be mad! I think it was maybe No. 5!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Oh I guess we will see about that just now :P
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I'm flattered though. luv you too Denna lol
*hugz*
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Thanks for commenting :)