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madame_denna) wrote2013-04-14 06:24 pm
madame_denna) wrote2013-04-14 06:24 pm
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FIC: Dawn is Breaking (II/VI)
Pairing: Denna/Kahlan
Rating: R
Words: ~1000
Warnings: character death, explicit violence and torture, dubious consent & content
Summary: Kahlan needs to cope with a new and different life. After an apocalyptic battle in a world in which Darken Rahl has won and she has lost almost everything. Except for Denna. Kahlan can't quite decide if it's a good thing, or the worst. After all, Denna is there to help.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made. I don't own any of them, but I have a distinctive feeling Denna might own me...
Rating: R
Words: ~1000
Warnings: character death, explicit violence and torture, dubious consent & content
Summary: Kahlan needs to cope with a new and different life. After an apocalyptic battle in a world in which Darken Rahl has won and she has lost almost everything. Except for Denna. Kahlan can't quite decide if it's a good thing, or the worst. After all, Denna is there to help.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made. I don't own any of them, but I have a distinctive feeling Denna might own me...
Part I
“Kahlan.“
It is the first human word she has heard in nearly two weeks. Fourteen days. Three-hundred thirty-six long hours.
It is the name her mother choose for her on the day she was born, just before she died. At times she can only wish she would not remember anymore, then with it spoken out loud come memories to the surface she can no longer ignore.
Love is not something to fear, Kahlan.
She remembers Richard‘s voice, sounding from far away, but still, it is there. Kahlan wonders what he would have done, if he had known how everything turned out in the end. Would he have left Westland with her and Zedd in the first place or would he have stayed?
He might be still alive - if he had.
The day Aydindril fell, the gates to the Underworld stood wide open.
It seemed to Kahlan like the Keeper himself had come to the surface, summoning innocent souls to take on their final journey.
The white palace had been engulfed in red and orange flames, the air around it thick and heavy with poisonous smoke.
The fire whizzed and roared like a storm, the wind had whipped hard against Kahlan's face, achingly hot as if the air itself was aflame. She remembers wanting to breathe, but she would only inhale a scorching breeze, burning the flesh down deep into her lungs.
Cara had lain in her arms as the end came. Her for once bare hand leaving a crimson trail on Kahlan's face, mingling with the tears already shed. She had tried to tell her something in her last moments, but coughed up blood that had silenced her voice. A tear ran down Kahlan's cheek, and Cara had watched it fall.
She had held her friend close, rocking slightly to calm them both until green eyes closed for the last time.
Around them the world faded into chaos, the wind kicked up glowing ashes, potent enough to set the dry grass yards away alight, as if searching for the last spots that weren't burning already. Men, woman and children were scorched with fierce heat as they tried to escape from inside, leaving them as living torches.
When Darken Rahl and his personal Mord'Sith came at the end of battle, the skies already rained ashes and the earth was slick and soaked red with the blood of thousands.
Amidst the many who had been speared, ripped open by swords and blades, strangled or even burned by the flames, Lord Rahl had stepped jovially into the middle of the grand place in front of the palace.
Still Kahlan can see Richard's dead body being impaled through his left shoulder and held high, showing off the Seeker to those who had barely survived or just for Rahl's sick entertainment. Kahlan had looked around, seeing sons and daughters of the age of only six or twelve summers being slaughtered or left to die.
On that day, the entire Midlands lay dying to Lord Rahl's feet.
In the end it hadn't taken long for them to find her, the wound to her stomach making it impossible for her to move or fight them off.
From then on, not a single day had passed on which Kahlan had not wished she had joined her loved ones who had fallen.
“Kahlan.“
Denna's voice brings her back into a world where she has nothing left to fight for.
Deep inside she hopes it is just a matter of time until Denna finally lets her go.
The single tear running down her cheek feels hot against her cooled skin and when her gaze finds Denna‘s, she is certain the Mord'Sith knows exactly what she has been thinking about.
She had not seen her during battle, but she knows Denna must have been there, at least at the very end.
The chair stands where it always does and Denna is back just looking at her, as if waiting for her to admit to her darkest secrets. Sometimes she thinks Denna is already bored with her, when she leaves the dungeon and doesn't return for days. Other Mord'Sith tend to her then and bring her food and water, let her sleep on the freezing wet ground for an hour or two.
The skin on her wrists is no longer existent; at first Kahlan refused to give them the satisfaction of screaming in pain. But that last defiant streak already lays way beyond her means. When the shackles are closed anew around her raw wrists each day and they pull her off the ground and into the air, the sounds leaving her throat sound foreign to her own ears. Reminding more of a wounded animal than a human being.
Denna's leathers are clean and gleaming once more, and she looks nothing like the woman with the haunted eyes she has seen last. The blood near the door has dried eventually, leaving a dark stain on gray stones as a reminder of what Denna truly is capable of.
Kahlan watches her as she stands from the chair, deliberately closing the distance between them.
Her body starts shaking, the chains ring with a faint noise.
Denna's hand reaches out to touch her stomach, trailing a finger over the scar she has worn since the battle. The skin is still uncomfortable sensitive to the touch and the contact releases a tingle downward to the tip of her toes. The quiet whimper at the pleasant sensation leaves her dry mouth unbidden.
“Oh, you have missed me.“
It's not a question, it never is.
Denna's finger then trails down farther to the apex of her thighs. The thin cotton of her underthings is doing nothing to protect her from the intimate touch and the sensation ripping through her. The moan feels wrong, but once again Kahlan can't do anything but let it escape into the chill air around them and it makes Denna smile.
“I have missed you too, Kahlan.“
Part 3
“Kahlan.“
It is the first human word she has heard in nearly two weeks. Fourteen days. Three-hundred thirty-six long hours.
It is the name her mother choose for her on the day she was born, just before she died. At times she can only wish she would not remember anymore, then with it spoken out loud come memories to the surface she can no longer ignore.
Love is not something to fear, Kahlan.
She remembers Richard‘s voice, sounding from far away, but still, it is there. Kahlan wonders what he would have done, if he had known how everything turned out in the end. Would he have left Westland with her and Zedd in the first place or would he have stayed?
He might be still alive - if he had.
The day Aydindril fell, the gates to the Underworld stood wide open.
It seemed to Kahlan like the Keeper himself had come to the surface, summoning innocent souls to take on their final journey.
The white palace had been engulfed in red and orange flames, the air around it thick and heavy with poisonous smoke.
The fire whizzed and roared like a storm, the wind had whipped hard against Kahlan's face, achingly hot as if the air itself was aflame. She remembers wanting to breathe, but she would only inhale a scorching breeze, burning the flesh down deep into her lungs.
Cara had lain in her arms as the end came. Her for once bare hand leaving a crimson trail on Kahlan's face, mingling with the tears already shed. She had tried to tell her something in her last moments, but coughed up blood that had silenced her voice. A tear ran down Kahlan's cheek, and Cara had watched it fall.
She had held her friend close, rocking slightly to calm them both until green eyes closed for the last time.
Around them the world faded into chaos, the wind kicked up glowing ashes, potent enough to set the dry grass yards away alight, as if searching for the last spots that weren't burning already. Men, woman and children were scorched with fierce heat as they tried to escape from inside, leaving them as living torches.
When Darken Rahl and his personal Mord'Sith came at the end of battle, the skies already rained ashes and the earth was slick and soaked red with the blood of thousands.
Amidst the many who had been speared, ripped open by swords and blades, strangled or even burned by the flames, Lord Rahl had stepped jovially into the middle of the grand place in front of the palace.
Still Kahlan can see Richard's dead body being impaled through his left shoulder and held high, showing off the Seeker to those who had barely survived or just for Rahl's sick entertainment. Kahlan had looked around, seeing sons and daughters of the age of only six or twelve summers being slaughtered or left to die.
On that day, the entire Midlands lay dying to Lord Rahl's feet.
In the end it hadn't taken long for them to find her, the wound to her stomach making it impossible for her to move or fight them off.
From then on, not a single day had passed on which Kahlan had not wished she had joined her loved ones who had fallen.
“Kahlan.“
Denna's voice brings her back into a world where she has nothing left to fight for.
Deep inside she hopes it is just a matter of time until Denna finally lets her go.
The single tear running down her cheek feels hot against her cooled skin and when her gaze finds Denna‘s, she is certain the Mord'Sith knows exactly what she has been thinking about.
She had not seen her during battle, but she knows Denna must have been there, at least at the very end.
The chair stands where it always does and Denna is back just looking at her, as if waiting for her to admit to her darkest secrets. Sometimes she thinks Denna is already bored with her, when she leaves the dungeon and doesn't return for days. Other Mord'Sith tend to her then and bring her food and water, let her sleep on the freezing wet ground for an hour or two.
The skin on her wrists is no longer existent; at first Kahlan refused to give them the satisfaction of screaming in pain. But that last defiant streak already lays way beyond her means. When the shackles are closed anew around her raw wrists each day and they pull her off the ground and into the air, the sounds leaving her throat sound foreign to her own ears. Reminding more of a wounded animal than a human being.
Denna's leathers are clean and gleaming once more, and she looks nothing like the woman with the haunted eyes she has seen last. The blood near the door has dried eventually, leaving a dark stain on gray stones as a reminder of what Denna truly is capable of.
Kahlan watches her as she stands from the chair, deliberately closing the distance between them.
Her body starts shaking, the chains ring with a faint noise.
Denna's hand reaches out to touch her stomach, trailing a finger over the scar she has worn since the battle. The skin is still uncomfortable sensitive to the touch and the contact releases a tingle downward to the tip of her toes. The quiet whimper at the pleasant sensation leaves her dry mouth unbidden.
“Oh, you have missed me.“
It's not a question, it never is.
Denna's finger then trails down farther to the apex of her thighs. The thin cotton of her underthings is doing nothing to protect her from the intimate touch and the sensation ripping through her. The moan feels wrong, but once again Kahlan can't do anything but let it escape into the chill air around them and it makes Denna smile.
“I have missed you too, Kahlan.“
Part 3