Tori Vega (andscene) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-12-03 07:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | dimitri belikov, rose hathaway |
Who: Rose and Dimitri
What: Cranky dhampirs be cranky (and hungover)
When: Today
Where: The Prison
Warnings: I will update as necessary
Rose was fuming mad in the morning. Mostly because of the hangover that penetrated her skull and made her eyes hurt just to open. She had no idea what the hell she and Penny were drinking last night but was it 99 proof? Jesus. For the first time in a good long while, Rose Hathaway had gotten good and drunk. All of the Moroi had taken off for Thor's, whom Rose trusted implicitly with their well being. Dimitri was similarly MIA and since the stupid virus was over, Rose could take a break.... and get drunk.... with Penny who was a particularly talkative drunk. That was fine for Rose, Penny's chattering distracted her from her own dark thoughts.
For most of the morning she actually laid on her bunk in her cell instead of in her usual hammock where she could keep an eye on Lissa. She had lived in the prison for over a year now so her claustrophobia about prison bars had been mostly outgrown. She slept in that hammock to keep an eye on things and at the moment her eyeballs hurt too much to keep an eye on anything.
I'm still me, Roza, but that's what you don't understand. I'm the me I feel free to be. Finally. No responsibilities and doing what I want for a change. It's refreshing and you should try it sometime.
Ugh. She punched her pillow in an effort to make it more comfortable but really just because she wanted to punch something. Everything Dimitri had done or said had gotten under her skin during the virus. He kept encouraging her to be the girl that she used to be. The one he had picked up off the pavement and brought back to St. Vladimir's. The girl that he pulled Jesse off of. He wanted her to be carefree with no responsibilities and to Rose that meant drunken hookups and shenanigans with Lissa. She supposed Dimitri had his own version of that if you substituted Lissa for Connor.
Jealous had eaten a hole through her. Not over Connor, she didn't care about him past punching him in the face for running off with Dimitri. The talk about hooking up with Connor's mom had infuriated Rose. She remembered how angry she had been when she found out that Dimitri might be leaving St. Vladimir's to be Tasha Ozera's bodyguard and how the two of them had been more than friends maybe once or twice or a few more times than Rose really wanted to think about.
She just couldn't understand why he thought a network apology was going to cut it. He said it himself, actions spoke louder than words. His actions spoke volumes at the moment. She couldn't deny him his time spent with his sister but would it have fucking killed him to invite her along? The Moroi were all off at Thor's. It was like she was some half handed postscript on his apology tour. Fuck that and fuck him and fuck everything. He wanted her to have no responsibilities? So she didn't. She got stinking blackout drunk and now she felt like shit and that was Dimitri's fault too.
Somewhere around noon she dragged herself out of bed and forced herself into a shower. Now that she smelled less like alcohol and more like shampoo and conditioner she felt a little bit better. She headed to the cafeteria to fill herself full of food and drink and the color began to return to her cheeks. There was a commotion going on outside but Rose took her time eating before she got up and went out through the front entrance where she saw Dimitri and several others working on the fence.
Oh good, she thought as she stood there. The fence also was higher on his list of priorities than she was. Rationally, Rose knew that the fence was important, it was their security against not just zombies but any other threats they might come up against and sentry had to work double time to cover after Dimitri's fireworks show. But Rose wasn't feeling particularly rational at the moment.
If I truly wanted to run from you, I could. If you remember correctly, in the end I came to you in Russia. In court I was locked in a cell and then sent away with you on a mission commissioned by your father and Lissa, so the search wasn't a hard one.
Yeah? Well, we'll just see about that, she thought viciously as she stalked through the prison. As she walked she wondered why the virus hadn't effected Dimitri the way that it had the others. He didn't seem like he was in a rage. In fact, he seemed downright fucking gleeful at times. And other times he was just as she remembered, cold and calculated, red eyes staring right through her. Strigoi eyes. This time she didn't roll over and play dead and she wouldn't. She was older, wiser, stronger. And still incredibly possessive.
She went up to the room. Dimitri rarely ever came up there so the chances of him finding her were slim. He would actually have to look for her to do that and even if he did there were a variety of escape routes surrounding her. She knew if she really wanted to hide from Dimitri she should leave the prison but the problem was that she really didn't want to hide. She wanted what she always wanted. For Dimitri to want her. They spent so much time apart because they were too high on each other's list of priorities and it couldn't be that way. They come first. But they didn't come first and that was okay... for a time. Now Rose didn't even know where she fell on Dimitri's list of priorities. Somewhere between taking out the trash and eating lunch probably.