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A/N:(Ha ha! Get it? A hard Solamnic knight. wink, wink, nudge, nudge Aren't I the cleverest! Sorry, excuse the terrible puns.) Woot! A Raistlin/Sturm! Bet you haven't seen this pairing before (if you have then shut up, I want to feel special). This is written at around the time Kitiara and Tanis were first together and in Solace (so it's pre-test, teenage Raistlin). I made Sturm a little less dignified than usual because this is an inner monologue and I imagine he would be a bit less starchy and noble in his own head. A very silly piece of fluff to counter the first story. If anyone is curious I have two short Raistlin/Dalamar bits that are in the works right now. I'll put them up soon. Special Thanks to: Inka Lakhala, beta and fellow Raistlin fan.
Interlude "chapter" 2: Between a Rock and a Hard Solamnic Knight
Raistlin Majere is possibly the most troublesome individual I have ever met. He is rude, mean-spirited and severely lacking in anything resembling manners or honor. In fact, he lacks genteel characteristics altogether. I'd mention that he's a mage but, after the above description, the fact is clearly redundant. Social delinquency seems to breed fireball-throwing freaks. Not that Majere will ever be a strong enough to create a fireball, as he is weak and annoying. Still, even if he wasn't of the magical persuasion, I should think I would dislike him. Good thing I'm not the only one. No one likes him, except his brother, of course, a nice person, if a bit slow on occasion. How the two are twins, I do not know; they do not look or act anything alike.
And that's another thing - Caramon is reliable. If I was in a fight I would most definitely want him at my back; I could assuredly count on him. But his brother is just the opposite. The only thing one can predict about Raistlin Majere is that he will be unpredictable. That, and rude and a thorn in everyone's side, I suppose, which is why I dislike him so strongly. His unpredictable attitude and constant sarcasm aren't exciting or interesting either, they are terrible. Really. Yes, Rastlin is a horrible, terrible person.
He's not even a proper-looking young man. He's so thin and full of angles. Which, in case you were wondering, doesn't make him look attractive, give him character, or (Huma forbid!) pretty, in an odd, unconventional and wistful sense, but, frankly, if you were wondering about any of that, then I don't think I want to associate with you, as I don't stand for people who wonder about mages. And, while we are on the subject of things Raistlin Majere is not - his eyes don't cloud over in a way that makes one long to know just what he's thinking and seeing, and even if one did want to know, one would probably just be checking to make sure he didn't have designs on one, as he is a sneaky, untrustworthy individual. And his hair is most definitely a plain brown and it doesn't take on any sort of attractive auburn sheen in sunlight, which you ought to know, because I'd hate for you to get the mistaken impression that it did.
And right now he keeps smirking at me. He won't stop. It is annoying. He knows he is making me uncomfortable, and is doing it doubtless for his own twisted pleasure. Stupid, annoying mage.
WHAT! WHY WON'T HE STOP! IS THERE SOMETHING ON MY FACE! I DON'T GET IT!
Naturally, I can't say anything to him, as his brother is sitting right next to him, doting on him, and will jump to his defense, and then I'll end up either picking a fight with a friend or backing away from a fight, neither of which an honorable man can do. Of course, if I am not saying anything, because if I do I will have to avoid a fight, then I suppose I am technically avoiding avoiding a fight, which sounds dishonorable as well. Bother.
Besides, I refuse to give that sneak of a mage the satisfaction of knowing he's getting to me. Not that he is, mind you.
STOP STARING YOU ANNOYING LITTLE - err - ANNOYANCE!
Oh. His brother is stepping outside with Flint and the kender for a bit. They're telling us they'll be back shortly.
Ha! Raistlin doesn't look so smug now.
I would never actually fight him, of course. He's much weaker than I am and there would be [now] {no} glory in it.
But maybe I'll intimidate him just a bit. It's not like he doesn't deserve it. I should teach him to show a bit more respect towards Solamnics, especially future knights like me.
Yes, that's a good plan. Definitely.
Hah! How will he like it when people tower over him and act domineering? I bet he's not so brave when someone invades his personal space and his brother isn't around, cowardly, lowlife mage that he is. I'm going to go after him right now.
Well.
That was unexpected.
Not that I meant anything by it really.
I was just throwing him off.
You see, I pushed him against the wall and kissed him to teach him a lesson, which makes perfect sense; there's nothing strange about it.
I didn't want to do it, you must understand, but I am (or I'm going to be) a brave and honorable Solamnic Knight, so I did what I had to do.
I am just that noble.
It had absolutely nothing to do with the sunlight streaming through the window and highlighting his hair and cheekbones, or the way his eyes flashed when he looked up at me.
I can't believe anyone would even consider that it was. I was using pure cunning right there. Beating him at his own game. Yes. Victory is mine.
Everyone is back now. Whenever I look over at Raistlin he blushes and looks away.
Ha. I sure taught him a lesson.
Uh-huh, that's right.
I'm in such deep touble.
A/N:(Ha ha! Get it? A hard Solamnic knight. wink, wink, nudge, nudge Aren't I the cleverest! Sorry, excuse the terrible puns.) Woot! A Raistlin/Sturm! Bet you haven't seen this pairing before (if you have then shut up, I want to feel special). This is written at around the time Kitiara and Tanis were first together and in Solace (so it's pre-test, teenage Raistlin). I made Sturm a little less dignified than usual because this is an inner monologue and I imagine he would be a bit less starchy and noble in his own head. A very silly piece of fluff to counter the first story. If anyone is curious I have two short Raistlin/Dalamar bits that are in the works right now. I'll put them up soon. Special Thanks to: Inka Lakhala, beta and fellow Raistlin fan.
Interlude "chapter" 2: Between a Rock and a Hard Solamnic Knight
Raistlin Majere is possibly the most troublesome individual I have ever met. He is rude, mean-spirited and severely lacking in anything resembling manners or honor. In fact, he lacks genteel characteristics altogether. I'd mention that he's a mage but, after the above description, the fact is clearly redundant. Social delinquency seems to breed fireball-throwing freaks. Not that Majere will ever be a strong enough to create a fireball, as he is weak and annoying. Still, even if he wasn't of the magical persuasion, I should think I would dislike him. Good thing I'm not the only one. No one likes him, except his brother, of course, a nice person, if a bit slow on occasion. How the two are twins, I do not know; they do not look or act anything alike.
And that's another thing - Caramon is reliable. If I was in a fight I would most definitely want him at my back; I could assuredly count on him. But his brother is just the opposite. The only thing one can predict about Raistlin Majere is that he will be unpredictable. That, and rude and a thorn in everyone's side, I suppose, which is why I dislike him so strongly. His unpredictable attitude and constant sarcasm aren't exciting or interesting either, they are terrible. Really. Yes, Rastlin is a horrible, terrible person.
He's not even a proper-looking young man. He's so thin and full of angles. Which, in case you were wondering, doesn't make him look attractive, give him character, or (Huma forbid!) pretty, in an odd, unconventional and wistful sense, but, frankly, if you were wondering about any of that, then I don't think I want to associate with you, as I don't stand for people who wonder about mages. And, while we are on the subject of things Raistlin Majere is not - his eyes don't cloud over in a way that makes one long to know just what he's thinking and seeing, and even if one did want to know, one would probably just be checking to make sure he didn't have designs on one, as he is a sneaky, untrustworthy individual. And his hair is most definitely a plain brown and it doesn't take on any sort of attractive auburn sheen in sunlight, which you ought to know, because I'd hate for you to get the mistaken impression that it did.
And right now he keeps smirking at me. He won't stop. It is annoying. He knows he is making me uncomfortable, and is doing it doubtless for his own twisted pleasure. Stupid, annoying mage.
WHAT! WHY WON'T HE STOP! IS THERE SOMETHING ON MY FACE! I DON'T GET IT!
Naturally, I can't say anything to him, as his brother is sitting right next to him, doting on him, and will jump to his defense, and then I'll end up either picking a fight with a friend or backing away from a fight, neither of which an honorable man can do. Of course, if I am not saying anything, because if I do I will have to avoid a fight, then I suppose I am technically avoiding avoiding a fight, which sounds dishonorable as well. Bother.
Besides, I refuse to give that sneak of a mage the satisfaction of knowing he's getting to me. Not that he is, mind you.
STOP STARING YOU ANNOYING LITTLE - err - ANNOYANCE!
Oh. His brother is stepping outside with Flint and the kender for a bit. They're telling us they'll be back shortly.
Ha! Raistlin doesn't look so smug now.
I would never actually fight him, of course. He's much weaker than I am and there would be [now] {no} glory in it.
But maybe I'll intimidate him just a bit. It's not like he doesn't deserve it. I should teach him to show a bit more respect towards Solamnics, especially future knights like me.
Yes, that's a good plan. Definitely.
Hah! How will he like it when people tower over him and act domineering? I bet he's not so brave when someone invades his personal space and his brother isn't around, cowardly, lowlife mage that he is. I'm going to go after him right now.
Well.
That was unexpected.
Not that I meant anything by it really.
I was just throwing him off.
You see, I pushed him against the wall and kissed him to teach him a lesson, which makes perfect sense; there's nothing strange about it.
I didn't want to do it, you must understand, but I am (or I'm going to be) a brave and honorable Solamnic Knight, so I did what I had to do.
I am just that noble.
It had absolutely nothing to do with the sunlight streaming through the window and highlighting his hair and cheekbones, or the way his eyes flashed when he looked up at me.
I can't believe anyone would even consider that it was. I was using pure cunning right there. Beating him at his own game. Yes. Victory is mine.
Everyone is back now. Whenever I look over at Raistlin he blushes and looks away.
Ha. I sure taught him a lesson.
Uh-huh, that's right.
I'm in such deep touble.