Drabble:65
POV:Third Person
There's something Rose had noticed about Dimitri from almost the first time they'd met. She'd found it both amusing and endearing that Dimitri always, almost always without fail, averted his eyes whenever any females in his near vicinity appeared wearing clothes that made him feel uncomfortable, which included body-hugging, leg-baring clothes, any short dresses, mini skirts, sheer or gauzy materials, even bikinis…or so Rose observed.
She'd seen how Dimitri would look away from scantily-clad, too-much-flesh-baring women, refusing to look at them directly, be they his colleagues, his friends or his very many admirers. But if it was one of his sisters, Dimitri would shake his head disapprovingly (which normally would sent said sisters hunting for 'decent' clothes) or cover them up with his duster (and piss off Vika-oops, I mean his sisters- in the process). He was just a gentleman, very old-fashioned that way. While most guys would take to ogling aforementioned females, Dimitri really wasn't the type to look them up, but then again, he was a man head-over-heels-faithfully-in love, so really, was it so weird for him to not have wandering eyes?
Rose remembered clearly that the very first time they'd met, after being captured; Dimitri and two other guardians had accompanied Lissa and her to their apartment to get changed into more suitable clothes. And while the other guys had ogled her shorts-clad legs blatantly, Dimitri had positioned himself so to shield her from their ogling, and appraised the ugly paste-colored wallpaper of the room while she'd changed. Back then, she'd been too furious at being caught to appreciate the sweetness of his gesture, but later she did. But that was then… as for now, things were slightly different…for her, only her.
For Rose was the only female Dimitri would devour with his eyes, be she dressing up or getting ready for bed or stepping out of the shower in her fluffy bathrobe or even just simply putting on her guardian uniform; Dimitri would stop whatever he was doing to study her (as he called it) with rapt attention. And it wasn't only when they got together; even back at St, Vlad's, Dimitri used to observe her-and only her-so carefully whenever she ran, or took part in combats, or even trudging around campus with Lissa or Mason in tow. Rose still got goosebumps remembering how he'd looked at her in her body-hugging strapless dress the night of the lust-charm, even before she'd gone seeking him and 'attacked' him. Or the time when she'd torn her tights after tripping over her feet and how Dimitri had affixed his eyes on her skin as he had sewed up her tights (so sue her, she couldn't sew) and how electrifying his touch had felt on her skin.
And Rose loved it, she loved how he studied her, as if she was the single most beautiful and wonderful thing in the universe, she loved how territorial his gaze was, how he studied her body endlessly…how his eyes seemed to convey his love, possessiveness and admiration as they roved over her. And that made her feel so bloody good. And beautiful….somehow, only he managed to make her feel beautiful…
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PS- About my last drabble, I'd like to clarify something about Lissa. She's been through a lot and spirit messes with her mind (or so I think) and really, everyone is flawed, and has a monster lurking within. And this was just my depiction of when her monster got the better of Lissa, I don't think that's how she's always is. That's all. Cheers!