Look at me reading modern day AU fic for you - ah the sacrifices that I make for you (especially since this started off all beautiful and angsty and then turned romantic on me!!!!)
Before we get to the Cara/Kahlan bit can I just say that I love, love, love Triana in this fic. I would her to have a whole show! She would totally tried to hire one of the lessor known Baldwin brothers to do their add (although that reference is dated - I wonder how it would be now? It had better not be the Jonas brothers!)
“I’m gonna miss you too, Kahlan,” she admitted. She shifted uncomfortably, unused to such mushy talk. “I know we’re...not supposed to be friends. I grew up hatin’ people like you...but I don’t hate you. And I don’t want you to leave without you knowing that...that you’re the best friend I ever had.”
She was gathered up in a tight hug before she knew what was happening and for a moment she stood, frozen. Then she allowed her arms to go around Kahlan’s waist, holding her. Her eyes drifted closed and she concentrated on remembering how it felt to hold Kahlan.
“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had too,” Kahlan whispered into her hair. She pulled away to look at Cara’s face and Cara’s heart clenched at the sight of the tears on her cheeks. Oh my god they could be in a tomb right now dying and holding hands!!!!!
“Well, unless you named your vibrator ‘Kahlan’, I’m pretty sure you wanna be more than her friend.” Triana’s smile was wicked, but not unkind. See above to reference how much I love Triana/Cordy!!!
“That so, huh? I’m dumb?” Her chest was against Triana’s pushing her back. “Your head’s so full of air it’s only the weight of your make-up that keeps you from flyin’ away.” Bamm - so much snark!!!
She took the flask and tipped her head back. Whatever was in it felt like fire going down her throat and she realised a little too late that she had just accepted a mystery liquid from a strange old man who was dressed in a strange outfit and called himself a wizard. Hee! Not the best decision making skills there.
“What if I fuck this up? I don’t get another chance.”
“You’ll be fine. And please don’t say ‘fuck’ on the intercom.”
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Date: 2011-08-13 03:22 am (UTC)Before we get to the Cara/Kahlan bit can I just say that I love, love, love Triana in this fic. I would her to have a whole show! She would totally tried to hire one of the lessor known Baldwin brothers to do their add (although that reference is dated - I wonder how it would be now? It had better not be the Jonas brothers!)
“I’m gonna miss you too, Kahlan,” she admitted. She shifted uncomfortably, unused to such mushy talk. “I know we’re...not supposed to be friends. I grew up hatin’ people like you...but I don’t hate you. And I don’t want you to leave without you knowing that...that you’re the best friend I ever had.”
She was gathered up in a tight hug before she knew what was happening and for a moment she stood, frozen. Then she allowed her arms to go around Kahlan’s waist, holding her. Her eyes drifted closed and she concentrated on remembering how it felt to hold Kahlan.
“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had too,” Kahlan whispered into her hair. She pulled away to look at Cara’s face and Cara’s heart clenched at the sight of the tears on her cheeks. Oh my god they could be in a tomb right now dying and holding hands!!!!!
“Well, unless you named your vibrator ‘Kahlan’, I’m pretty sure you wanna be more than her friend.” Triana’s smile was wicked, but not unkind. See above to reference how much I love Triana/Cordy!!!
“That so, huh? I’m dumb?” Her chest was against Triana’s pushing her back. “Your head’s so full of air it’s only the weight of your make-up that keeps you from flyin’ away.” Bamm - so much snark!!!
She took the flask and tipped her head back. Whatever was in it felt like fire going down her throat and she realised a little too late that she had just accepted a mystery liquid from a strange old man who was dressed in a strange outfit and called himself a wizard. Hee! Not the best decision making skills there.
“What if I fuck this up? I don’t get another chance.”
“You’ll be fine. And please don’t say ‘fuck’ on the intercom.”
“Shit, I’m sorry!”
“Try to stay clear of ‘shit’, also.” Ha ha ha ha.