Disclaimer: I don't own Raistlin or Dalamar #crying#
Rating: K+ (I'm paranoid)
Words: 264
Summary: Raistlin with an ink pen + Dalamar's back
A/N: One day I wanted to write something and asked my friend some subjects that I could write. She said 'Pen' so this is the result… Lets pretend there's ink pens in Krynn
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Pen
"Raistlin… What are you doing?" a suspicious Dalamar asked his shalafi, who had appeared out of nowhere behind Dalamar and shifted his apprentice's cloak and under shirt to reveal Dalamar's bare back.
Raistlin didn't answer. He just shushed Dalamar to be quiet and pressed a somewhat sharp object on Dalamar's seemingly very sensitive skin because he started to wiggle slightly.
Dalamar sensed Raistlin shifting the object to various places on his back. The Dark Elf didn't have a clue what his somewhat crazy shalafi was doing. He just waited for Raistlin to finish.
A few moments later Raistlin retreated the object from Dalamar's back. He marvelled his work and smirked.
"I'm done, my dear apprentice" Raistlin said.
Dalamar turned around to face Raistlin with a questioning look.
"You're done with what exactly?" he asked and then noticed Raistlin holding a China ink pen. He lifted a brow.
"Tell me you didn't….!" Dalamar warned.
Raistlin's smirk just widened.
Dalamar's eyes went round and he dashed off to find a mirror. He found one in the library (who would have a mirror in a library anyway…?) He turned his back towards the mirror and peeked above his shoulder to look what Raistlin had done to his poor back.
His cheeks turned bright red and eyes widened.
On his lower back read with big letters: Property of Raistlin Majere. And under the text was an arrow pointing downwards…
Raistlin, who had followed his apprentice, draped his arms around Dalamar's waist and whispered in his ear:
"Don't worry. I used an unworn-able ink pen…"
Dalamar just sighed, defeated.
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I'm sorry if there were some grammar errors; English is not my mother language… I hope you liked the story nevertheless.
Reviews would be nice.