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Ice and Steel	By : Skullbearer Category: A through F > Dragonlance Views: 3083 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Jumping perspective for a bit here, I wanted to get a small view through Caramon's eyes. He doesn't like Dalamar much.
Ice and Steel
Brothers and Sisters
Don't you want it this way?
Don't you need it this way?
Don't you love it this way?
Don't you need it anyway...
-Kovenant, Stillborn Universe
Caramon watched sadly as his brother vanished up the walkway into the gloom. He just didn't like that Dark elf, simple as that; he was sure Dalamar was just using his brother for his own ends, but when he had suggested this to Raistlin his brother had stared at him incredulously and asked Caramon when his choice of lovers had been his business?

Although Caramon did consider it his business, it had been his business from the moment when he had met Dalamar, the day he'd walked into his brother's bedroom one day and found him tangled up in bed with the Dark elf.
He winced at the memory and the recollection of Raistlin's scathing voice; "Have you ever considered knocking, my dear brother?"
He hadn't spoken, just left the room as fast as he could, much to the amusement of its occupants.
At least Raistlin had consulted him when before he asked the mage to stay with them. Caramon had agreed because even if the Dark elf was using his brother, he wouldn't deny anyone who made Raistlin happy.
Despite the fact that he'd apparently been thrown aside,
He and Raistlin were twins, they had been close, were meant to be close, he'd been so sure Raistlin needed him.… But truth be told, he'd barely seen his brother since he'd returned home, Raistlin ignoring him or like tonight, avoiding his company and spending his time, where possible, with his lover.
And it was lonely. Caramon knew that for certain. Tanis, Flint, and Tas had gone to a town market somewhere to sell the dwarf's metalwares so he'd spent most of his times with old school mates and Sturm.
Sturm had not been in the least bit pleased when he was told Dalamar was living with them, Caramon recalled. He was another one who didn't trust the Dark elf, the only difference being that he didn't trust Raistlin either. Caramon knew the Solamnic had confronted Raistlin over his relationship. The glare he had got from the two was enough for him to back down.
"I'd have had more luck talking to ice and steel," he'd said afterwards when Caramon had asked, "That's what their eyes resembled at any rate. Hard as steel and cold as ice."
Although defensive about his brother, Caramon had had to agree with Sturm on his account of Dalamar; the Dark elf's eyes had more than once reminded him of frozen metal.
Caramon sighed and looked around the clearing. No, matters in the family were not easy. Kit seemed to have had a disagreement with Raistlin and they weren't talking; what the argument was about Caramon didn't know, but he would bet his new sword that it had to do with Dalamar.
Again him.
Their lives had been so much calmer before the Dark elf arrived.
*A few hours and several walkways later*
Raistlin stayed crouched on the walkway, only daring to breathe when he was sure his sister's footsteps had faded entirely.
Dalamar was sitting beside him, still staring intensely into the darkness. "Lord Ariakas." He murmured.
Raistlin snapped his head around, "Do you know him?"
"No, but I heard talk of him when I was in Tarsis." Dalamar's face took on the mask-like quality it always did when he spoke of his past. "A lot of people there spoke of joining his army too. Apparently he pays very well."
"Is that all you know?"
"Pretty much, he's gathering in Sanction for what I overheard, but no-one mentioned dragons."
"Dragons..." Raistlin thought that over, and then shrugged. "Kender tales."
"That's what they said about the Gods."
The words had the same effect on the conversation as a stone dropped into a silent pool. Raistlin stared. "Do you believe that?"
"I'd prefer to know more before I decide if it was just Kender tales."
Raistlin nodded slowly, "We'd never get anything out of Kitiara and I doubt she knows any more than we do, but I could try and see if there are any books in Theobald's office on dragons."
Dalamar nodded, he couldn't have gone himself, as Theobald hated him, while the Dark elf simply saw Theobald as one would see a particularly obnoxious bit of wallpaper, unpleasant but not worth his attention.
"Kitiara seems to be harbouring some misconceptions regarding you." He said.
"Yes," Raistlin smiled, "I thought it was in my interest to keep that from her for the time being."
"Wise," Dalamar said, "I'm not really surprised that she is joining Ariakas, I've heard some...interesting things about him from people who, well, people I would not trust as far as I could throw them."
"Think of it another way," Raistlin sat up and stretched out his cramped legs, "This Ariakas is putting together an army up north, correct? When he decided to invade or do whatever he's planning; people will be hiring help for their armies and paying very well for it, we could take part in that."
Dalamar's face broke into a broad smile, "I think it's a very good idea, but it will have to wait a few years, I'm no warrior mage, Raistlin."
"Neither am I. Not yet anyway."
Dalamar changed the subject, "Have you realized it's nearly morning?"
This was true, the moon had set long ago and the sky lightening in the east; the pre-dawn chill made Raistlin shiver.
Dalamar got up and pulled Raistlin to his feet, then slid an arm around the human's shoulder and pulled him up close against him, chin rubbing against cheekbone.
"Not so cold now?" Dalamar's voice was practically a purr.
Oh no, not so cold now, Raistlin thought, smiling, not with you nearly breathing in my ear, your oh-so warm body up against mine and your arms around my waist, no, not so cold at all.
"I may not have that power yet, but I have you." Raistlin murmured.
"And that will do, will it?" Dalamar smirked into auburn hair.
"For the moment at any rate." Until he could have them both, that is.
Make your cake and eat it why don't you...
"Oh yes? Well if that's the case then I think-"
What Dalamar thought was cut off by loud footfalls on the walkway, for one panicky moment Raistlin was sure it was Kitiara, then he realized who it was, and wished it had been his sister.
"Raist, where have you be- Oh-"
Caramon had not actually gone back to their house with Miranda but rather they had hidden in the clothier's storage shed. When they had finally finished, Caramon had headed home, when he'd arrived he'd been surprised to find that his brother wasn't there. After waiting for what felt like an age (in reality barely an hour) he'd gone out looking for Raistlin.
And had eventually found him in the poorest part of Solace, with Dalamar, in a rather compromising position with the Dark elf. If glares were spells, Caramon would have been stunned, turned into a toad, and incinerated by the look his brother turned on him in that moment.
"I was worried about you." He finished lamely.
"Very nice." Raistlin's tone could have frozen Crystalmir Lake. "And now you know I'm fine you will go back to Miranda and leave us alone, yes?"
"I-" Caramon, once again, wasn't sure what to say.
"Let me rephrase that." Raistlin pulled away from Dalamar and scowled, "You will leave us alone right now."
"But-"
Dalamar, who had been watching the scene, torn between amusement and irritation, chose to step in. "Which part of 'leave us alone' don't you understand?"
"Uh-" Caramon looked from one to the other, from ice to steel, then gave in. "I'll see you back home then." He muttered and stumbled away like a beaten dog.
Raistlin inclined his head at Dalamar, "Thank you for that."
One arm went around his shoulders and a warm chest pressed against his back. "He is very irritating. Why did you put up with him for so long?"
"Who else was there? Kitiara?" Raistlin laughed at the very idea.
"Hmm."
"Mind you, he's rarely been this...persistent in wanting attention, he
must be feeling neglected."
"Heh, does he really have nothing better to do than follow you about like a pet dog?"
"That's really what I don't understand, he is one of the most popular
boys in Solace, yet he constantly seeks me out as if I was his last
hope for companionship."
Dalamar smiled.

Slightly smaller chapter this time, but hey, it’s a chapter. We’ll be skipping around time and perspective a bit in the next chapter and for most of the story as there is over a year to cover and I want to get as many points of view as possible until the point where Raistlin takes his test and where this sequel will finish.
I own nothing but the warps to this storyline, everything else belongs to Margaret Weis apart from the song lyrics, which belong to Kovenant.
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