Drabble:13
POV:Third Person
Christian and Adrian stood in a copse of trees, covertly watching the mentor and pupil duo running in the distance.
"I hate that he keeps her hanging, you know", Adrian said softly, taking a drag of his cigarette.
"So what? You expect him to propose to his 17 year old student?", Christian retorted, leaning against a tree-trunk.
"No."
"Exactly.", Christian said, smirking at the older moroi.
"But why not? I mean, he already follows her around like a lost puppy", Adrian insisted, his eyes on the dhampir girl who was laughing at something her running partner said.
"He does", Christian conceded. "But I thought you said that you hate that he keeps her hanging."
"He does"
"Dude! You just contradicted your own statement", Christian said, with another smirk.
"Jesus, man! You know what I mean!", Adrian said, growing agitated.
"I got no clue", Christian shrugged, enjoying himself now.
"Christian! Stop being such a dick!", Adrian growled. "You know perfectly well what I mean….he is all lovey-dovey when she doesn't notice. For all we know, she cries to sleep every night". Christian couldn't help but snicker at the image.
"Let me get this straight", Christian said, still laughing, "You think Rosie cries herself to sleep because Belikov denies loving her?" Even Adrian had to laugh at that.
They watched silently as the two dhampirs retired into the gym.
"I hope he would do that", Adrian muttered suddenly.
"What?"
"Deny loving her. Tell her no. God, that would make my day!", he said, crushing the cigarette beneath his shoes.
"Yeah, right! That's gonna happen the day Aunt Tasha murders your great-aunt.", Christian joked playfully, picking up his bag from the ground.
"Jesus Christ Christian! Did you have to bring Aunt Tatiana in this?", Adrian frowned. "Besides, Aunt Tatiana is more likely to murder Tasha than otherwise."
"Oh yeah? I bet Tasha could take her.", Christian scoffed. "She knows martial arts."
"But my great aunt is educated in sword-fighting and she has one hell of a right hook.", Adrian said smugly. "She'll win hands down."
"No way"
"50 buck says she would."
And so on they bickered as they walked towards the moroi dorms.
Ironically enough, the day Queen Tatiana was murdered by Natasha Ozera, Dimitri broke Rose's heart. But when the matter came to light, neither Christian nor Adrian found the situation the least bit funny. It was the worst thing that ever happened to them. So much for self-fulfilling prophecies!
Hey guys!I feel I should warn you the next 2/3 drabbles are gonna be of a more serious cough*boring*cough type, because i'm re-reading Wuthering Heights and it makes me all sad and thoughtful. Do any of you also like the book? And as always, thank you for reading!:D