“Oh I’m sure Liss is capable of a lot more than she is letting on.” Rose promises catching the glint of excitement in his eyes. "But either way if they lock me up I’m fully expecting you to come bust me out— cowboy duster and all baby.”
Dimitri her sweet, strong willed and brave boyfriend would probably be more than willing to go to the ends of the earth to help with anything she needed. After all she’s already done similar for him. “The council needs to learn that in order for the best of the best which is me of course to be in tip top shape I need to have all my wants and needs met and right now my main want is a toss up between this stake and curling up in bed with you watching Netflix.”
Considering that they were on their way to a strigoi hide-out, it was probably less than morally correct to laugh at her antics, which was why he kept it to a smile. It was a broad smile, nonetheless. & while his eyes searched her face, calloused fingertips ran across her smooth, tan-skinned arm, tracing lines down to her hand, where he laced his fingers with hers. Squeezing them gently, he answered, "Possession of stolen goods doesn’t carry a death sentence; maybe prison will do you some good.” Her last word puzzled him, though. Blinking for a second, he asked, “Net– what?”
Hearing his laugh, Tessa couldn’t help but smile at herself too. She was glad to meet someone like him. “So tell me about yourself, Guardian Belikov.”
Despite what people might say about him & his anti-social ways, he liked seeing strangers smile. There was something uplifting about it. “Well,” he began, a humorous glint in his eye, “I am watching this entrance,” motioning briefly towards the door, he continued, “so I really shouldn’t be making conversation.”
It probably wasn’t the man’s fault they collided to each other and the raven- haired girl found herself sitting on the pavement. despite the grace which her movements possess, there would still be times that clumsiness occurs—most especially if she is mentally occupied. And she was, indeed, mentally occupied, leading her to such a situation. For a while, Snow looked up at the man whom she bumped with. Taking his offered hand, she pushed herself up and straightened the fabric of her clothes. ❝I’m alright… You don’t have to apologise. It’s my fault. I’m in a hurry…❞ And it may be very rude, however, she went on running before the collision occurred. She has to flee, they are just right behind her.
It was no secret that guardians were as observant as they were great to have on your side in a fight. And that was why the spark of desperation, which was in her eyes, did not go by Dimitri unnoticed. Guardian training kicking in, he stepped a little closer to her while facing the rest of the world, eyes scanning every street corner, roof and person. At first glance, nothing seemed amiss. But his second revealed a group of people, who were definitely walking with a purpose. Dimitri had a feeling that the only reason why they were not full-on running was because of his threatening looks. He was, after all, six foot seven, muscular & wearing all-black clothes – among these a loyal cowboy duster. His voice was rushed but lowered, words shot in her direction only. “Are they after you ?Are they dangerous ?” While he wanted to protect – it was all but in his DNA – he didn’t want to go guardian on a group of innocents.
Three years they’d been together now. One thousand and ninety-five days give or take and Rose Hathaway had yet to see her male counter part ever call in sick but apparently today was the exception. “Dimitri you can not expect to properly guard anyone when you can barely stand up straight—shit!” The older guardian was of course trying to stand and Rose was of course trying to stop when he for the third time that morning lost his balance and she just barely caught him. "Back to bed and I’ll call Lissa and tell her neither of us will be going in.” Rose says pushing him back towards their shared room. “I’m being serious, get your hot ass back in that bed now.” Digging into her back pocket she sends her friend a quick message.
[Text] Lissa : Calling or well texting in sick for Dimitri and I’m staying home to take care of him and before you ask no this isn’t a “sex day”. xo Rose
"Alright comrade what kind of soup do you want?” Rose calls moving towards the kitchen. “Your choices include anything canned and microwavable!”
Everything was a turmoil of, well, e v e r y t h i n g. Colors, shapes, even goddamned noises seemed to be in the mixture. The feeling had attacked him the moment his eyes had been squinted open a- gainst the harsh daylight. Rays of sunshine had shone into the room, despite their luscious curtains, and though he was usually a morning bird – and a little bit too chipper according to Rose – he had only been able to let out a groan at the sight. Hoping that it was a fleeting feeling, he had laid completely still, listening to the palace waking up to a brand new night. However, both his body and mind were still rioting when a pair of dark locks tickled his chin.
Automatically, he had kissed her, still-sleepy lips betraying him by letting it slip that he didn’t feel well. Dhampirs were rarely sick, but when they were ? Well, ‘bad’ didn’t really cover it. That was probably why Rose had been so insisting on him staying put, even though he protested again & again that he could definitely go to work. It was already a luxury to have been able to spend the night with her, instead of lying on Christian’s floor. He shouldn’t push it. —— Besides, Rose was definitely exaggerating.
Being caught by the third time that morning didn’t do much to his determination – being pushed, on the other hand, made him realize that even a seven- year-old moroi would be able to stop him today. Grumbling under his breath, he let himself fall back & landed in the bed with a loud 'thump’. It made the whole world spin temporarily, and all he could feel was nausea. Slowly, the feeling subsided, but not enough for it to linger in the pit of his stomach when Rose mentioned food.
“Nothing for me, thank you,” he called out, although both his throat & head protested. “You don’t have to stay here,” was added hastily as he ran a hand over his face, sighing with the exhaustion he felt in every cell of his body. “Go be with Lissa. I’m sure the Queen has more important matters to take care of than I do. I will just sleep anyway.” Or go back to work the second she left the room. The problem with that being Christian wanting to be in Lissa’s company.
“No, I’m expecting you to drop the attitude. I do not respond well to commands, you see. And you most certainly do not hold the authority of bossing me around.”
"Fair point.” Anything to have that dreadful thing point another way. It really felt like she was cheating; with the gun out of the picture, he could’ve easily taken her. She wouldn’t even have posed a threat; the gun did. “Take it as a plea, then.”
