So sorry for the wait! College stuff got in the way & quite frankly, so did life (ew). Also sorry for how short this chapter is but I promise I'm already working on the next one! Major special 'thank you' to Anne Marie who's comment made the worst day of my life so much more bearable! This chapter is all thanks to you!
Chapter LIII Rekindled
At first she didn't know where she was. Confused, Dahlia opened and closed her eyes several times before forcing herself into a sitting position. Wincing internally at the discomfort her movements caused, she proceeded to swing her legs over the bed and throw the covers off of herself. Dahlia's hand went to her face where she knew the swelling was and worked her fingers into her cheeks and forehead. The headache she had been sporting for the past…she couldn't remember how long, had mostly disappeared and suddenly Dahlia recalled why. The wizard, what was his name again? She shook her head, dismissing the jumbled thoughts, and began making her way towards the door. Walking proved itself a lot harder than she remembered as she stumbled and had to catch onto the dresser to keep from crashing to the floor. A muffled groan escaped a pair of lips behind her and Dahlia turned, much too quickly, to meet it. A mass of golden hair obstructed her view of the person but there was no need to see their face; Dahlia knew exactly who it was. As the woman in front of her rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, Dahlia began to approach but found that her knees were much too shaky to continue. She crashed to the ground loudly, startling the blonde. Dahlia, momentarily confused as to how she had gotten to the floor, remained there as she heard the woman rushing to her side.
"Are you alright?" the silky voice asked as a hand touched her shoulder. Dahlia flinched, involuntarily, away from the contact and shut her eyes tightly. Why did the pounding in her head return so forcefully? She shook her head, telling the blonde that she was in fact, not okay. "You shouldn't be out of bed Dahlia."
"Sorry." The brunette managed to croak out as she felt her body being hoisted up. A hand snaked around her waist and steadied her as her friend helped her back into bed. Once she was settled, Dahlia finally reopened her eyes. The pounding had decreased significantly and it no longer worsened when she had them open. She took in the room quickly and returned her focus to the azure eyes in front of her. "Cara."
"Good job." The woman replied with a sly smile. "Glad to see you remember who I am."
"I couldn't forget you if I tried." Dahlia smiled back, failing to notice the flash of worry that passed across Cara's features.
"You should stay in bed Dahlia. Zedd said you're still critical. You don't want to tear the stitches he gave you." The blonde frowned disapprovingly. Dahlia sighed and immediately regretted it. Maybe Cara was right. Maybe she shouldn't be too stubborn this time. She adjusted the covers around herself and nodded her agreement. "Good. Now eat." Cara placed a bowl and spoon in Dahlia's lap and crossed her arms, waiting. After the brunette had finished her meal, Cara practically forced a gallon of water down the woman's throat and sat on the edge of the bed.
"You're itching to ask so just do it already." Dahlia groaned, clearly annoyed at her friend's lack of bluntness.
"Are you…alright?" Cara lowered her voice and eased closer to the brunette. Confused, Dahlia frowned at the woman.
"Of course I'm-"
"No Dahlia. I mean…are you alright?" the change in tone clued the woman in to what Cara had meant and she was briefly at a loss for words. Should she even bother to tell her? It's not like anything could be done about it. "Dahlia?"
"It's fine Cara." Dahlia practically whispered, completely aware that she had not answered the question. But then again, she didn't need to. Cara knew. Cara always knew. The blonde reached her hand out and offered it to the woman, waiting to see if she would accept the small comfort. Without a second thought, Dahlia stretched her own arm out and grasped the hand in her own, squeezing it tightly. The silent exchange that passed between the two Mord'Sith was more than enough confirmation of what Cara had suspected. Anger and bile boiled in the blonde's veins as memories of Darken Rahl, their former Master, erupted into view. Just as soon as they rid themselves of one monster, another is lurking in the shadows waiting to replace him. While lost in her torrent of fury, Cara failed to notice how close the other woman had come. Dahlia's free hand had come to rest on Cara's thigh and the heat radiating off her skin was making the blonde uneasy. The hand that had previously been in Cara's had made its way to Cara's waist, pulling the woman in leather closer by the second. Soon enough, the two Mord'Sith were nose to nose, staring into each other's eyes. Before Cara knew it, Dahlia's lips were upon hers, softly requesting entry into her mouth. The brunette's hand had moved to the back of Cara's neck, ensuring that she didn't move, as her other hand crept its way to the buckle of Cara's pants. Cara felt Dahlia moan into her mouth and for a moment, considered rolling on top of the other woman and showing her just how much she had missed her. Snapping out of the trance the brunette seemed to have placed on her, Cara threw herself backwards, almost falling off the bed, and away from her long lost friend. Both women sat in silence, chests heaving and hearts racing, as they waited for the other to break the silence.
"I can't." Cara muttered. "Dahlia, I-"
"Who is it?" the brunette asked, her voice shaking slightly.
"Dahlia-"
"I am not blind, Cara. Something, or rather someone, has changed you. Is it that girl? The redhead that was here earlier?"
"Spirits, no. It's not…like that." The blonde shook her head, trying to make sense of all the thoughts running through it.
"What do you mean 'not like that'?" Cara hesitated, earning herself a glare from the brunette. "Tell me Cara."
"It's not a girl at all." The blonde stated matter-of-factly and waited for the other woman to grow upset.
"So you mean you-"
"Yes."
"With a-"
"Yes Dahlia."
"Oh."
"I'm sorry." Silence was the only reply Cara received as Dahlia processed the information given to her. "I really am."
"No, I'm…I'm happy for you." Dahlia smiled up at her; the special smile that was only reserved for Cara and for Cara alone.
"Thank you." She couldn't help the blush that overtook her and Dahlia chuckled at her sister's discomfort.
"So."
"So?"
"Tell me everything." Dahlia demanded. For the next two hours, Cara did just that.
I really couldn't resist... not sorry haha. Please let me know what you think ASAP!
