Drabble:55
POV:Third Person
Rose hated thunderstorms. And aircrafts (thanks to her ex-ghostly encounters). But more than anything, she hated thunderstorms while being trapped in an aeroplane…..like she was now.
A violent storm was raging outside, pelting the aeroplane with angry water-drops and illuminating the sky, every so often, with thunder. Forget her; even Hans was spooked. Not to mention, everyone else was chaotic with panic.
Rose took a ragged breath and tried distracting herself by surveying her surroundings, trying to emulate her boyfriend, who didn't even seem spooked. In fact, he was trying to calm down others and conferring with a trio of Royal Guards at the back of the plane, level-headed, as always. Feeling her eyes on him, he glanced at her briefly and gave her a reassuring smile, which managed to allay some of her rising panic.
Exhaling deeply, Rose slumped in her window-seat and glanced out. One look at the dark sky grumbling with lightning (as they hurtled through the sky in the thin aluminum box) and her panic tripled. She closed her eyes and balled her fists.
I must be strong. I'm not a wimp. I can do this. Rose chanted mentally before opening her eyes….and meeting the terrified ones of Lissa, who had her head buried in Christian's chest, sitting across the aisle. Christian also looked terrified, but was trying to appear collected, his jaw clenched tightly.
Lissa had to travel to Brazil in the middle of the monsoon season. And Rose had to come along, allured by the chance of basking in exotic beaches with Dimitri, who'd be accompanying Christian. And they had to get into a rough thunderstorm. Just her luck. Typical….
Taking another deep breath, Rose decided to woman up. If Dimitri could be calm, so could she. Now was not the moment to become an 18-year-old-damsel-in-distress, especially when her knight-in-shining-armor was busy appeasing the rest of their flight-mates. They come first…..
Walking past the rows of seats separating them in the luxurious private jet, Rose plopped down on the seat facing Lissa and Christian. Their eyes immediately latched onto hers, seeking…..reassurance. Thinking fast, Rose settled on the best way to normalize things-insulting Christian.
"Hey, Chris", she began loudly, attracting the attention of the nearby passengers. "I was excited about sunbathing till I realized I'd be exposed to your Royal skinniness. Lord-have-mercy-on-my-poor-soul!".
Christian rose to the challenge, insulting her right back. As they traded insults, Rose became aware that the entire contingent was listening onto them, their fears forgotten. Dimitri and the trio-of-'in charge'-guardians set to work, contacting the radio-tower and goodness-knows-doing-what-else. After some time, Lissa ended their argument and the three friends began chatting, pulling in the rest of their flight-mates into their banter.
Half-an-hour later (or-so-they-said), the storm subsided, slowing to a gentle torrent. When the pilot announced that the worst was over, Rose trudged back to her seat, pleased with herself for taking control of her fear. Dimitri was already there, a western in hand. Rose's former irritation-that while the rest of them had been almost peeing their pants in fear, her boyfriend had displayed his supernatural calm-returned. Nevertheless, she sat down, leaning against him, and Dimitri wrapped one arm around her, purposefully pulling her closer.
With her ear against his chest, she heard the thundering of his heartbeat. So, he had been scared after all….He had been scared, but he had swallowed it, knowing he was needed. And he had no qualms about letting her know how he had felt, he loved her so.
Looking up, she smiled at him, for sharing this secret with her. He smiled right back, kissing her head before returning to his book.
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