Non-Mord'Sith customs
Sep. 12th, 2011 07:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
madame_dennaPairing: Denna/Cara, Kahlan/Richard
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Words: 200
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
A/N: Originally witten for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
legendland, but I had to change the story for it. This is the orignal.
"This is ridiculous! I won't do it."
"Oh come on, you will see it's gonna be fun!" Kahlan said, while she turned to Cara and gave her a conspiratorial wink.
"Denna come on, Kahlan is right." Cara tried to look convincing, but the smile tugging on the corners of her mouth spoiled any serious attempt.
Denna still walked up and down in the small kitchen, the wood-planks cracking under constant use. Hands on her hips, her forehead wrinkled and her eyebrows came together. Suddenly she stopped.
"Mord'Sith don't celebrate their birthdays!"
Cara walked up to her, cupping the blonde's cheek with a leather-clad hand. She lowered her voice.
"You won't regret it." She kissed Denna's lips softly, then turned to Kahlan.
"It's settled then, you and Richard may come at sunset - you might would like to bring Jennsen too. We need to organize some food." She glanced back at Denna.
"Nobody would want Denna to cook."
Kahlan gave her a knowing smile, while Denna looked seriously offended. The blonde wanted to reply but Kahlan was first to speak.
"Neither should you, unless you want us to leave early." Kahlan winked at both of them then left the old house.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Words: 200
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
A/N: Originally witten for
legendland, but I had to change the story for it. This is the orignal."This is ridiculous! I won't do it."
"Oh come on, you will see it's gonna be fun!" Kahlan said, while she turned to Cara and gave her a conspiratorial wink.
"Denna come on, Kahlan is right." Cara tried to look convincing, but the smile tugging on the corners of her mouth spoiled any serious attempt.
Denna still walked up and down in the small kitchen, the wood-planks cracking under constant use. Hands on her hips, her forehead wrinkled and her eyebrows came together. Suddenly she stopped.
"Mord'Sith don't celebrate their birthdays!"
Cara walked up to her, cupping the blonde's cheek with a leather-clad hand. She lowered her voice.
"You won't regret it." She kissed Denna's lips softly, then turned to Kahlan.
"It's settled then, you and Richard may come at sunset - you might would like to bring Jennsen too. We need to organize some food." She glanced back at Denna.
"Nobody would want Denna to cook."
Kahlan gave her a knowing smile, while Denna looked seriously offended. The blonde wanted to reply but Kahlan was first to speak.
"Neither should you, unless you want us to leave early." Kahlan winked at both of them then left the old house.
