going hunting. 

headstronghathaway:

_{Rose Hathaway lived for the looks her long time mentor,
turned strigoi and now boyfriend gave her. Always a mix of
pride and complete disapproval for whatever sneaky plan
she had unfolding. Today it was the fact that on her free hour
she’d stolen a stake from a guarded compound. It had clearly
been marked as evidence and she had clearly not cared.
“What I like is your ass—not some cage. I mean come on,
when will they learn that I just can’t be tamed.” Her tone
was colored with mock sarcasm as she twisted the stake
round and round, moonlight making the silver glitter.}

Just a year ago, he would have fought to
keep his smile in place, and not let it spill
all over his lips. Today, however, he found
no reasons not to let her know that he was
amused by her antics. Since she was hardly
his responsibility anymore, he wouldn’t get
in trouble for her actions – and even if he
did, he would probably have held the door
open for her if she had asked. There was a
streak of rebellion in him that he hadn’t
discovered himself before their road-trip as
fugitives and enemies of the crown.

Eyes glinting with humour, he asked, “And
you don’t think they will notice and put two
and two together? Even Vasya cannot keep
the council from sending you to prison.” His
nickname for Vasilisa was said with the same
loyalty and awe she inspired in him, but his
smile was reserved for Rose.