The Shiny Happy Comment Ficathon!
Winter is coming; daylight is fleeting; for the students among us, end-of-semester hell is just about to rear its ugly head. What better way to combat such woes than with a super-cheerful comment ficathon?
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In theory.
In reality, on the other hand ...
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"Oh, look," Kahlan says one night, the four of them sitting around a slightly dwindling campfire. "We're almost out of firewood."
"I don't know," Richard says, "I think we'll be all right for another few--"
She knocks her foot against Richard's, significantly.
His eyes widen. "Oh. Right. Firewood. We should get some more! We don't want anyone freezing during the night."
"Warm nights," Kahlan says, "are a good thing."
"You just come find us if you need us, Zed, Cara!" Richard calls over his shoulder as Kahlan drags him away.
"Come find us if you need us??" she whispers, incredulous.
"I panicked a little," Richard says. The expression on his face makes her laugh, and walking through the forest hand in hand, all calm and moonlight and shadows, she almost can't believe that they've ever known anything less sweet.
She doesn't actually expect them to come find ( ... )
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They sink into fond silence, and she looks at him. He's a little overdue for a haircut, and there's a smudge of dirt on his face from an atypically muddy fight with a group of bandits earlier, and he looks at her like he could never ask anything more from the world. Like he'll never need another gift.
The first time they met, she held a knife to his throat and one thought coursed through her brain, her limbs, her veins: I'll never be fool enough to trust you. Even then his eyes were sweet.
This is my favorite section. It says so much about who they are and where they've come from.
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