Disclaimer: I have never been to Krynn, and unfortunately I don't know that I ever will visit. Those rights remain with TSR's chosen. Thanks.
A/N: This is a one-shot because I couldn't think of anything else after this. Please critique in any way, good, bad, or neutral. Thanks! Also, you have to read the first Legends book, Time of the Twins.
"We open our hearts to no one, not even those who would be closest to us. You surround yourself with darkness, but, Raistlin, I have seen beyond that. The warmth, the light..." Crysania's voice died away as the archmagus standing over her turned his mirrored eyes from her pale face. Her breath caught in her throat, stuck, and she began to fidget. Rose and spice and an unwelcome scent of death lingered by her nose; he was so close, she began to tremble. Crysania looked at him, raised her gray eyes to meet his.
Suddenly her lips began to move, of their own accord, she thought, and what she said scared her. "Kiss me, Raistlin."
Alarm filled those brown eyes, scratching the silvered back of the mirror. The rose petal scent lessened as Raistlin turned away; the whisper of robes as he folded his arms met her ears, and the thick, oppressive heat from his body dissipated as he walked to the opposite end of the room. Her heart fluttered, fluttered and died. She tried to smile, but only managed to keep her face more or less blank.
"You had better go," he breathed, only a black shadow against the wall. She didn't know how much he wanted to do exactly that, to kiss her, hold her in his arms...You had better go before I do precisely that.
Then pain twisted in his frail chest, and the mage bent over, tasting blood in his mouth, choking, gasping, wondering if this was finally the end, begging the gods for mercy...
But mercy would one day be his to give, because Takhisis would fall, crumble like all his foes, at the flick of his wrist, the toss of spell components, and the murmured words of the arcane language. Then he would show Par-Salian what hourglass eyes meant, what hardships the white-robed archmage had given him. Then he would show Caramon what it was like to be the weaker, the underdog, dependent on another. There would be no stopping him.
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That night, as Crysania lay in her bed on the Night of Doom, she remembered speaking those three words to Raistlin, kiss me, Raistlin, and began to cry. He hadn't kissed her. He didn't love her.
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