Est_20: 14 Anniversary

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TITLE: Not as Planned
AUTHOR: Skull Bearer
FANDOM: Dragonlance
PAIRING: Raistlin/Dalamar
GENRE: Slash
TABLE: Here
PROMPT: 14 Anniversary
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 653
SUMMARY: Some things just don't go the way you want them to.
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: *****

It wouldn't be fair to say that Dalamar didn't like the rain. This wasn't true, he may have been exiled but he was still an elf and hadn't met a kind of weather he didn't like.

What he didn't like was being cold.

He had never really been cold in Silvanesti, the enchantment on the land meant it rarely if ever grew cold enough to snow, even in midwinter. Besides, although his life as a member of house Servitor had not been ideal in any way, at least he had never wanted for warm clothes.
Tarsis had been a cruel awakening, and even though it was more than five years since he'd left that southern town, his dislike of cold weather had never abated.

Especially cold, wet weather.

Dalamar shrugged his shoulders, trying to bury himself further in the dripping folds of his cloak. He and Raistlin had been caught completely unaware. While the heavy clouds had promised rain, nothing could have indicated the torrential downpour that was now hammering down on the landscape. The barren foothills of Blode had offered no shelter, and it was only through sheer luck they had found this overhang.
If it was luck, Dalamar only wished it would have come sooner. they were both soaked to the bone, and if he found it miserable, it was nothing compared to how his lover felt.

Raistlin hadn't said anything, trying to hide how badly off he was, but his shoulders were shaking and he could no longer muffle his coughing.

Dalamar looked at him, face tightening in concern, then took a step and wrapped an arm around his lover's painfully thin waist, drawing him tightly towards him.
Raistlin didn't fight the tight hold, instead pressing himself closer still, his body's heat thawing the chill in Dalamar's. He was shaking from the coughs racking him.

The Dark elf scanned the overhang again, as he had several times before, looking for anything they could use for a fire. But the earthy ground was empty of all but the most feathery roots, and there were no trees around.
Keeping Raistlin pulled close, he backed away into the deepest part of the overhang, feeling almost absurdly relieved that it was made of earth rather than rock. Earth would be warmer. It was a pitiful mercy, but in the circumstances any was better than none.

He sank to the ground, pulling Raistlin down after him and arranging him until he was almost sitting in his lap. He threw down his pack and helped Raistlin take his off, then started to undo the ties of his robes.

His lover sent him a worried glance- are you sure?

Dalamar nodded, Raistlin was badly off and without a fire he couldn't make his tea- drinking it cold would just be an invitation for hypothermia.

Raistlin sighed, a coughing catching him midway through and making him shake like a ragdoll in the jaws of a wolf. He swallowed painfully and started to unbutton the front of his robes, shivering with cold. 
Dalamar didn't bother undoing all the ties, instead the moment both their chests were bare he pulled Raistlin in against him, chest to chest, wrapping their cloaks around them to shut out the insidious wind.

Raistlin's skin was clammy and shockingly cold, making him gasp.

Raistlin sighed instead, the elf's warm skin a blessing after the damp chill of his robes. Dalamar slowly ran his hands up and down the young mage's back, the motions almost automatic after all these years.

Five years, he corrected the thought, feeling Raistlin's breathing start to ease, five years they had been together.

This was not how he'd planned to spend an anniversary.

Skull Bearer