Drabble:91
POV:Third Person
While they were at the ski lodge, Tasha had kissed Dimitri. She knew that he wasn't comfortable with intimacy or displays of affection, but she wanted to give him a taste of what he'd be getting if he accepted her job offer. When he accepted her job offer. Because really, who in their right mind would give up a lifetime of ease and happiness and the chance to have a real family (that most dhampirs never did) for a life spent hunting undead monsters? So, Tasha had expected Dimitri to kiss her happily, but surprisingly that didn't happen.
The moment her lips touched his, Dimitri froze in place, not moving an inch. And when Tasha had given up, thinking that it was too early and that he'd been taken by surprise, she'd leaned back, unwilling to make him or the situation more uncomfortable. Dimitri had given her a fake, tight smile and uneasily wheedled his way out of the room, disappearing for the day, using his guardian duties as an excuse. Tasha had let it go then, resolved on working over it later. They'd have plenty of time when Dimitri took up her offer.
Absolutely.
But, inadvertently, she was a little miffed. I mean, Tasha was a fairly gorgeous specimen of the female kind, with her angular features, icy eyes and raven mane, and she knew most men appreciated that. She had expected Dimitri, in spite of being a focused guardian, to at least appreciate her beauty. She knew her scars didn't bother him, he was one of the only ones who didn't make her feel inferior or ugly, but he wasn't making her feel beautiful either. But no matter, they'd get there…together.
Or so she thought.
After the Voda banquet, Dimitri took her to his room and sat her down and spouted a whole lot of bullshit about duties and responsibilities before dumping her. Not that they were an item or anything, but even then…that hurt. Tasha hoped that if she continued persisting, he'd change his mind.
Fat chance.
When the flight from Spokane landed at St. Vladimir's, Tasha had been at the runway, waiting for her sole blood relative, the boy who she loved as her own-Christian. After ascertaining that he was alright, she'd taken him to the infirmary. Only then, she'd spared any thought to the other important man of her life (or she hoped he would be)-Dimitri.
And there he was, sitting in the waiting room, clutching Rose to his side, shielding her from the gossip and stares with his body. That was a chivalrous thing to do and Dimitri was nice like that. Tasha wouldn't have thought anything about it if she hadn't seen the look in his eyes whenever Rose looked at him. Rose's eyes were that of a person waking from a nightmare, waiting for someone to tell her the dream was over and Dimitri was wearing the look of her companion-her equal-his expression one of trust, reassurance, tenderness…and love. He loved her.
Rose Hathaway. His forbidden fruit. His choice.
Tasha had been filled with rage and envy, but she'd suppressed it then. She was sure that given enough time, Dimka would see the wrongness of his choice; that he'd find that blazing Hathaway did not complement his tranquil self. And then, he'd come crawling back to her. And they'd get their happily ever after.
It was then that Tasha decided to relocate to court and try to fight for her causes, while waiting for Prince Charming to realize that the glass slipper fitted her.
She'd bide her time till then.
So how was my first exploration into Tasha's twisted mind?
I have been pretty ill this week, but now I have run out of tomato soup. I am sad :(
Review and cheer me up maybe? *wink-wink-nudge-nudge*