Drabble:5
POV:Third Person
He had always prided himself on his self control. He was always calm, poised and cool-headed in every situation. He rarely showed his actual emotions on his face, let alone vulnerability. After Ivan, he hadn't shed one tear publicly, preferring to grieve in solitude. In fact, the last time he clearly remembered letting his emotions shine through was when he beat up his abusive asshole of a father. After that, he became guarded, putting up what Rose jokingly called "the stoic warrior mask". It was a way of protecting himself from getting hurt. And he preferred that. Better safe than sorry, right? So yeah, he had plenty of self control and had mastered the poker face….or so he thought.
Because, then he met Rose and everything changed. She had a habit of attracting all sorts of trouble, and he was so, so worried about her whenever she went out of his sight. And his world-famous self control? Well, when it came to Rose, it became basically non-existent. But he still had the guardian mask that he had cultivated over the years, and only Rose seemed to see beyond his impenetrable mask. And it was okay with him, because he loved her with his entire being.
But after everything they had endured, when they finally were together, when he could actually claim Rose as his own, the last vestige of the stoic warrior in him disappeared. He laughed more, or so people said that he didn't appear so very distant and indifferent anymore, that he seemed to be more his age. And every time he saw Rose, his mouth would reflexively turn upwards, every time they touched, he couldn't help giving her one of the "genuine" smiles that Rose claimed he rarely gave out, and every time Rose said that she loved him….well, let's just say Dimitri got the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. And he loved every bit of it.
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