Okay, so here's the next one guys...mind the length ir any mistakes 'cause I typed this on my phone superfast - I've to study. :/
I'll upload the continuation tomorrow or the day after. In the meantime...here's a Dimitri Drabble. :)
*Insert disclaimer here. I'm too hyped up on Geography :(*
Dimitri loved Rose. He loved her with every fiber of his being and he couldn't stand the thought of her being hurt; much less dying, which is why Dimitri was currently sitting up in bed, dripping with sweat and breathing heavily.
He had just had a nightmare, about Roza - of course, nearly all his nightmares were Rose related. He'd been back at the Conference Hall, holding his beloved Roza, watching her bleed out as he tried to reassure Lissa and himself that she wasn't gone.
He had been repeating words of love to his Roza, asking her to wake up, to look at him with those beautiful brown eyes, or laugh at his deranged expression. He had yelled at the guards, tried to fight them off him, as they pried him and Lissa away from Rose's body; but he'd been to numb to actually put up a real fight.
He had yelled, cried and thrown around stuff as a guardian, looking grave, told him solemnly that his Roza was gone. Gone forever.
He had woken up upon seeing Rose's pale and lifeless form. He couldn't do it anymore, it was hard for him. He had come too close to losing her too many times and he didn't want to risk it, but risk was...pretty much their job description.
So, he heaved a sigh, stifled a sob - as he pictured Rose's body again - and lay back down, pulling her body as close to him as she could physically get - smiling as she smiled and tried to cuddle closer.
Yes, their professions might be deadly but Dimitri Belikov vowed to protect his Roza no matter what. He'd die before he let his Roza slip through his fingers again.
Hoped you enjoyed! :)
Review...I really need something good to read - Geography is extremely annoying. -_-