Curligurl0896, this one's for you!
Drabble:92
POV:Third Person
Oftentimes Dimitri wished there was at least one person in the academy who understood his mother-tongue, someone he could converse with in Russian, but he had never been happier that it wasn't the case than now.
Dimitri castigated himself, using the choicest of swearwords in his native tongue-words that had he not been in this situation, he would've cringed to even think. Olena would probably have a heart-attack if she heard his tirade and Yeva would chase him with a broom, but Dimitri couldn't help but damn himself to the lowest pits of Hell using words that even his sister Sonya, the queen of bad-mouthing, would have been cowed to hear.
Really, how stupid could someone be? What an idiot! What had he been thinking? Oh yeah, he had thought he could get over Roza, let her concentrate on her duties, while he could try to start a happy life with Tasha. Of course! Nothing could possibly go wrong with that.
Yeah, right! Now he had two women majorly pissed-off at him and he only had himself-and his stupidity-to blame.
Of all possible lines he could cross, he had to go and fall for his very underage, very exquisite student. Falling would have been okay, but he didn't stop there, did he? He proclaimed his love for her, kissed her then pushed her away. She'd understood him, and it had scared him. Now she was spending this ski-trip vacillating between ignoring him and lashing out at him. Marvelous!
If that wasn't enough, he'd flirted with Tasha, hoping she'd take his mind off Rose, but she'd been serious about him. Which lead to her kissing him and him freaking out.
He really hadn't seen it coming. One second they'd been in Tasha's room, sipping apple-tea, the next, she'd been standing on her tiptoes, kissing him. Dimitri had frozen, unable to process what was happening, unable-unwilling-to kiss her back. All he'd been able to think about was that day in the gym, kissing Roza, feeling her body molded to his, never wanting to stop, even for breathing. All he could think about was how Rose-with the soft, warm kisses they'd shared the night Lissa had been captured-had ruined him for other women. That and the almost-tangible bond they'd formed, caring and sharing with one another. While he'd been reminiscing about Roza, Tasha had broken off the kiss and was staring at him, the hurt evident in her eyes.
He'd wanted to reassure Tasha somehow, but all he'd been able to manage was some paper-thin excuse about duties before bolting. His mind reeling, he'd holed up in his room and taken to pacing there (and mentally kicking himself). He'd seen Tasha later that day, and she'd spared him an icy-glare before stalking away, intent on ignoring him. He'd really screwed everything up this time...
The best thing to do probably would be to sit with Rose and have a 'conversation' with her, letting her go-making peace with her-so she could be happy. Then proceed to Tasha's room, and kiss her senseless and accept her offer and walk away from Rose. Clean break. Yeah, that would be the best course of action…but for whom? His entire being-every cell of his body-was screaming obscenities at him, sure that this hare-brained scheme would bring him nothing but misery. But he didn't really care about himself did he? Only she mattered. He was so far gone that the only person whose happiness mattered was Roza. She came first, always.
For now he'd go to the Voda banquet and blend into the shadows, and hope to God that he'd somehow figure out what to do and who to choose, to make this situation better. Never again would he leap before looking, lesson well learned.
He sure got a sign at the banquet, didn't he? :p
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