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Cara ([personal profile] wrongkindofsith) wrote2011-10-01 01:43 pm
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Room 418, Friday Evening

Like usual, Cara had avoided the picnic. Instead she went running in the preserve until she was almost too tired to lift her feet enough to climb the stairs back up to her room.

Unlike usual, she locked the door behind her before she pulled off her boots and gloves, and started unlacing her leathers. It was hardly a secure barricade, but at least it would prevent a repeat of any unwelcome surprises.

[ooc: for two.]
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wrongkindofsith: (Unsure what you want of me)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2011-10-01 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
It didn't come. Instead she mumbled "You left it here last time," by way of explanation as she went to pull her leathers back on.

[identity profile] not-objective.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
"You're looking..." Richard chanced a glance her way. ...tired. "Is everything all right?"

Because he was going to get an honest answer to that.
wrongkindofsith: (Only the penitent man shall pass)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2011-10-01 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course, I'm fine." The lie came automatically to her lips as she reached back to lace her leathers. "I always am."

[identity profile] not-objective.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
Given that as far as Cara was concerned being 'fine' included being turned into a baneling, Richard was sceptical of that answer. Of course he couldn't exactly press the issue without it turning into a case of Cara sticking her heels in and bringing up the whole 'Lord Rahl' thing, so it would probably be better to leave that to Kahlan.

"Let me help you with those," he said instead, trying to think of a graceful change of subject. "So, how's Clark?"
wrongkindofsith: (Weight so great it'll crush you down)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2011-10-01 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
For just one moment, Cara's face crumpled. She forced it back into some semblance of a smooth mask, before replying. "I wouldn't know." That much at least was the truth.

[identity profile] not-objective.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
It mightn't have been there very long, Richard had seen that look before and it had involved a Mord'Sith temple full of skeletons. "Did something happen?"

Which probably ranked amongst the most obvious questions ever, but frankly, navigating a minefield required less care and delicacy than trying to talk to Cara about her feelings.
wrongkindofsith: (Unsure what you want of me)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2011-10-01 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Cara didn't bother turning to face Richard, she didn't need to see that puppy dog expression he was probably wearing. "I don't want to talk about it."

[identity profile] not-objective.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
No probably about it. No one had ever accused Richard of knowing when to drop things either. "Cara..."
wrongkindofsith: (You're stupid and your plan is stupid)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2011-10-01 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Cara whirled on him. "I said I don't want to talk about it!" Her voice cracked like a whip through the room even though she'd barely raised it.

[identity profile] not-objective.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Richard blinked, Cara hadn't even been this nakedly angry when she was actively trying to kill him.
wrongkindofsith: (Cannot cope. Off to Mordor.)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2011-10-01 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Unable to stand being in the room any longer, Cara shoved past him, heading for the door. "You and Kahlan can have the bed. I'll find somewhere else to sleep."

[identity profile] not-objective.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cara, wait." This was not going the way Richard had planned.
wrongkindofsith: (I am ready for funtimez)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2011-10-01 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Cara paused in the doorway. "Is that an order?"

[identity profile] not-objective.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
They both knew she'd stay if he made it one, regardless of what she wanted. "No, it's not."
wrongkindofsith: (Your mouth moves and nonsense comes out)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2011-10-01 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then I'm going." Luckily, it was still warm enough to sleep in the preserve. Barely.

[identity profile] not-objective.livejournal.com 2011-10-01 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Once the door closed behind her, Richard rubbed his palm down his face, that did not go at all well.
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