To Just Give In
Author Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonlance or any of it's characters.
Author's Note: What would have happened if Raistlin gave into temptation during the infamous pile of leaves scene in War of the Twins, how would their one act change the future. This is my first fic for this site, not the first I've written though. Please review I'll be quick to update as long as some people review, suggestions and polite criticism appreciated.
Chapter One: Temptation Granted
Her skin was both cool and warm to the touch her normally stormy gray eyes had become fiery blue, her cheeks were stained pink as he pulled away from her roughly.
"I don't understand, you don't want me..." Crysania's eyes began to fill with tears, the first man she allowed to give herself into, perhaps the first man she ever loved and he was rejecting her as if she disgusted him. She closed her eyes bracing herself for an insult feeling shameful and unworthy of his presence, he had so much more control than she did, and she tried so hard.
Raistlin had a sharp comment regarding her lack of virtue and utter hypocrisy when he looked into those cool crystal blue orbs with tears now spilling over them. Something snapped he heard his queen laugh and while every part of his mind screamed at him to run and rid himself of this temptress, he could only stare. She was truly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, he knew he didn't love her, but that was an emotion he had long ago abandoned, and for a moment he wished he could just forget his plans to overtake his Dark Majesty and just be with her. He shook his head he couldn't allow this to happen, she would lose her virtue and therefore her value and he may even be jeopardizing his own power and self-control permanently. But then again she was very lacking of virtue already in true meaning of the word, sure she had her physical virtue but what did that mean when all other elements of it were tainted by her greed, pride, and ambition. She though herself better than the Kingpriest, ha! If they were any more alike the Gods would have sent a fiery mountain down on Palanthas as well. As far as their mission was concerned, it wouldn't effect it too much, he would resume his studies and she would understand, and if she didn't too bad for her. Looking at her face the slowly moving his gaze to her nearly exposed blushed breasts, then lower... He couldn't stop now it was too late and with his Queen laughing and Crysania quietly crying he gently pulled her down under him and kissed her with the passion that had been held in since the moment they met.
An hour had passed Caramon was beginning to get nervous. His brother never was away from his studies this long and considering he had gotten a rather nasty injury to his hand he should've returned to camp by now. Or at least Crysania, I mean Raistlin would have undoubtedly told her to leave by now...wouldn't he have? This was ridiculous he was getting jealous of Crysania's attention to her brother. He had a wife; he winced thinking about Tika bringing back painful memories of how badly he left her. How could have he been so blind.... Besides it wasn't like Raistlin had a single interest in poor Crysania besides using her. Well it was getting dark and it probably would be a good idea to make sure they were all right. He rode to the river where Raistlin should be cleaning his wounds or thinking of whatever it was he spent so much time thinking of. It was rather dark but he though he could see his brother tangled in the leaves. Caramon panicked what if ogres had attacked while he was in camp, and where was Crysania, what if they got her too? He began to run towards Raistlin when he realized his clothes were missing, fortunately the leaves were covering most of him, what kind of sick things did those ogres do to his poor brother? Then he saw her and it all became clear, he stumbled back breaking twigs and causing his horse to stamp nervously. Raistlin all but jumped up nervously assessing the situation and perhaps calling a few spells to mind. Crysania on the other hand turned over and snuggled closer to Raistlin and then appeared to return to sleep. By this time Caramon wasn't sure whether to kill his brother for using that poor beautiful women in the worst way, or run in embarrassment. He was answered with Raistlin turning to look him in the eyes and smirk in his typical cynical way.
"Do you mind Caramon? I believe the poor little wench is still sleeping. You can leave any moment you want of course." Raistlin said sarcastically, "Of course if you want you can wait till she wakes and have her tell you all about it, and how much she loves me and I love her." He said gently stroking Crysania's naked flesh to further torment his brother. "Unfortunately I need to return to my studies, I need to be well prepared to bring down my dear queen."
"You bastard I can't believe you would use her on this level, I never had high moral expectations of you but this, this I can't believe of even you." Caramon's face was an angry red, his voice gruff with frustration.
"Oh you worthless bafoon, who are you to judge my morals, you all but abandoned your wife for the bottle, you not only lacked respect for anyone else, but for yourself as well. If it wasn't for me you would still be that miserable wreck." Raistlin said sneeringly towards his brother, his soft- spoken words filled with loathing.
Red faced and sputtering Caramon turned and rode off on his horse without a single word. Crysania began to wake she reached for Raistlin who was beginning to dress.
"That was...amazing, I think I love you Raistlin...and I don't expect you to say it either or anything like that." Crysania looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Good, because I wouldn't get your hopes up. Now I have to go study my magic. Good day Revered Daughter." He said once again in his sarcastic manner, particularly at the mention of her church status. With that said he walked away to resume he studies leaving Crysania to once again cry.
Author Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonlance or any of it's characters.
Author's Note: What would have happened if Raistlin gave into temptation during the infamous pile of leaves scene in War of the Twins, how would their one act change the future. This is my first fic for this site, not the first I've written though. Please review I'll be quick to update as long as some people review, suggestions and polite criticism appreciated.
Chapter One: Temptation Granted
Her skin was both cool and warm to the touch her normally stormy gray eyes had become fiery blue, her cheeks were stained pink as he pulled away from her roughly.
"I don't understand, you don't want me..." Crysania's eyes began to fill with tears, the first man she allowed to give herself into, perhaps the first man she ever loved and he was rejecting her as if she disgusted him. She closed her eyes bracing herself for an insult feeling shameful and unworthy of his presence, he had so much more control than she did, and she tried so hard.
Raistlin had a sharp comment regarding her lack of virtue and utter hypocrisy when he looked into those cool crystal blue orbs with tears now spilling over them. Something snapped he heard his queen laugh and while every part of his mind screamed at him to run and rid himself of this temptress, he could only stare. She was truly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, he knew he didn't love her, but that was an emotion he had long ago abandoned, and for a moment he wished he could just forget his plans to overtake his Dark Majesty and just be with her. He shook his head he couldn't allow this to happen, she would lose her virtue and therefore her value and he may even be jeopardizing his own power and self-control permanently. But then again she was very lacking of virtue already in true meaning of the word, sure she had her physical virtue but what did that mean when all other elements of it were tainted by her greed, pride, and ambition. She though herself better than the Kingpriest, ha! If they were any more alike the Gods would have sent a fiery mountain down on Palanthas as well. As far as their mission was concerned, it wouldn't effect it too much, he would resume his studies and she would understand, and if she didn't too bad for her. Looking at her face the slowly moving his gaze to her nearly exposed blushed breasts, then lower... He couldn't stop now it was too late and with his Queen laughing and Crysania quietly crying he gently pulled her down under him and kissed her with the passion that had been held in since the moment they met.
An hour had passed Caramon was beginning to get nervous. His brother never was away from his studies this long and considering he had gotten a rather nasty injury to his hand he should've returned to camp by now. Or at least Crysania, I mean Raistlin would have undoubtedly told her to leave by now...wouldn't he have? This was ridiculous he was getting jealous of Crysania's attention to her brother. He had a wife; he winced thinking about Tika bringing back painful memories of how badly he left her. How could have he been so blind.... Besides it wasn't like Raistlin had a single interest in poor Crysania besides using her. Well it was getting dark and it probably would be a good idea to make sure they were all right. He rode to the river where Raistlin should be cleaning his wounds or thinking of whatever it was he spent so much time thinking of. It was rather dark but he though he could see his brother tangled in the leaves. Caramon panicked what if ogres had attacked while he was in camp, and where was Crysania, what if they got her too? He began to run towards Raistlin when he realized his clothes were missing, fortunately the leaves were covering most of him, what kind of sick things did those ogres do to his poor brother? Then he saw her and it all became clear, he stumbled back breaking twigs and causing his horse to stamp nervously. Raistlin all but jumped up nervously assessing the situation and perhaps calling a few spells to mind. Crysania on the other hand turned over and snuggled closer to Raistlin and then appeared to return to sleep. By this time Caramon wasn't sure whether to kill his brother for using that poor beautiful women in the worst way, or run in embarrassment. He was answered with Raistlin turning to look him in the eyes and smirk in his typical cynical way.
"Do you mind Caramon? I believe the poor little wench is still sleeping. You can leave any moment you want of course." Raistlin said sarcastically, "Of course if you want you can wait till she wakes and have her tell you all about it, and how much she loves me and I love her." He said gently stroking Crysania's naked flesh to further torment his brother. "Unfortunately I need to return to my studies, I need to be well prepared to bring down my dear queen."
"You bastard I can't believe you would use her on this level, I never had high moral expectations of you but this, this I can't believe of even you." Caramon's face was an angry red, his voice gruff with frustration.
"Oh you worthless bafoon, who are you to judge my morals, you all but abandoned your wife for the bottle, you not only lacked respect for anyone else, but for yourself as well. If it wasn't for me you would still be that miserable wreck." Raistlin said sneeringly towards his brother, his soft- spoken words filled with loathing.
Red faced and sputtering Caramon turned and rode off on his horse without a single word. Crysania began to wake she reached for Raistlin who was beginning to dress.
"That was...amazing, I think I love you Raistlin...and I don't expect you to say it either or anything like that." Crysania looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Good, because I wouldn't get your hopes up. Now I have to go study my magic. Good day Revered Daughter." He said once again in his sarcastic manner, particularly at the mention of her church status. With that said he walked away to resume he studies leaving Crysania to once again cry.