(What happens when a cold, sadistic vampire is suddenly filled with warm, fluffy emotion for a baby? Why, he becomes tsundere of course. ((Lol poor Caius)) For those of you who don't know what that is it is basically a person who is prickly and mean on the outside but softer and sweet inside. But that was four years ago and Rosanna is no longer such a child. Now that she is starting to reach her majority and is much more mature on her outlook in life, the bond is removing the kid gloves. What will it eventually reveal to a child born into such a family as the Cullen's but raised by the Volturi who are "the very essence of vampire kind?")
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"I have never seen anything more heinous in my entire life." Caius stated flatly, staring around at the room in disgust. Pink seemed to be the dominant color followed by white and some sort of purple glitter.
"That is high praise indeed." Rosanna said from Marcus's arms near the doorway where they and Aro stood waiting for the Headmistress to arrive. Her dark-haired Kings were less amiable towards this decision for Rosanna to attend a School off in England but eventually she had talked them into it with the support of Caius who helpfully pointed out that they were lucky she wanted to attend somewhere close by and that it was a lot easier to cross France and the North Sea to get to her rather than the Atlantic and, quite possibly, the whole of the United States. Rosanna's eyes had lit up at the possibility of schooling in America but by then Aro and Marcus had hastily agreed on Miss Hattey's and the four of them spent the rest of the summer locked in each others arms.
"Sto andando a perdere è così tanto il mio piccolo fiore." Marcus said softly into Rosanna's ear and she turned in his arms to cup his cheek with her hand. Marcus closed his eyes and savored the feeling of the still little palm pressed against his face. Rosanna learned quick that the bond was not only stubborn and exacting, but also wreaked havoc on their emotions in the best and worst ways. For Marcus, who was still working through the black haze of his previous existence, this separation was the hardest and that was what had her feeling the guiltiest about wanting to be schooled here. But Marcus had the same selflessness for his mate as she did for him and if this would put a smile on her little face or complete the child in any way, he would withstand any amount of unreasonable grief or suffering so she could have it. All three of them would.
"I'll miss you too Marcus." Rosanna let her emotions flow through her fingertips and Marcus held her tighter.
"Don't feel bad, piccolo." He murmured. "Caius is right. This way we can see you, maybe not as often as we like but often enough to keep us satisfied and happy." Marcus placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Non sarò mai più felice." Aro said from beside them and Rosanna looked over to see an angry pout on his face. She reached down towards him and Marcus placed her in Aro's arms. He wasn't as tall as Marcus but she didn't have the biggest twelve-year-old body and fit in his arms just fine. Rosanna forewent touching Aro's face with her palm and instead wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her cheek against his. Aro let out an unnecessary breath and grumbled as her thoughts and feelings on this matter seeped into his head.
"Fine, fine." He said, recognizing her guilt and feeling a bit bad himself for making his piccolo fiore sad. "I don't have to be happy about it though.''
Those two taken care of, Rosanna turned to the final King, the most hardheaded, who was glaring a laser hole in the wall. He had taken a seat in one of the waiting chairs with his arms folded against his body and his long-legs crossed at the knee. Aro set Rosanna down and grabbed Marcus's elbow. They both vanished down the hallway. Closing the door with a wooden click, Rosanna approached Caius carefully. She wasn't afraid of him, not at all, but she should still be cautious lest he let loose his formidable temper and rain fire and brimstone down on the Headmistress's office. Rosanna jumped lightly onto his lap, wriggling a bit to get comfortable and laying her head onto his shoulder. Caius shifted and brought his hands up to her cheek and cupped it gently.
Marcus and Aro were both verbal communicators. They liked to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, croon old lullabies to her at night and hold simple, meaningless conversation about whatever she wanted to talk about. Caius, on the other hand, was different. He was most certainly verbal in some areas, sometimes quite loudly, but when it came to communicating with Rosanna, he found himself at a bit of a loss. His type of romance was more physical and strictly off limits to a delicate, inexperienced and underage little Halfling like her. You could say he was more lust driven, used to having a mate in the more primal sense rather than a Mate that he could share thoughts and feelings with. Caius was way out of his depth and intensely private and so was often holed up in his room during the first several months, attempting to sort through the sudden barrage of emotion the Bond had gifted him with. This made him shorter of temper and less controlled and he would lash out at the most random times for the smallest slight. Rosanna hated to see one of her Kings so out of sorts with himself and so approached him in his room one evening. Both Marcus and Aro were on high alert, keeping an eye on their precious mate when she was around their most volatile brother but it was unneeded. Caius emerged from his room five days later, right as rain and calmer than the Brothers had ever seen him. Neither he nor Rosanna said much, though Aro would eventually know what had transpired, and from then on Aro and Marcus let Rosanna deal with his temper.
Back to the present, Caius was moving his thumb in smooth circles on her cheek and she could feel the swirl of emotion radiating from him. Anger, annoyance, fear, worry, sadness, to name a few and Rosanna did her best to send him soothing reassurances and lots of love. They sat this way for several long minutes until she felt his temper die down. Rosanna brought her lips up to Caius's cheek but he had other ideas and turned his head to give her a quick peck on the lips. It was chaste, sweet and mischievous and Rosanna laughed. She lay her head back onto his shoulder and they sat in contented silence.
