Alex: This one?
Amanda: Maybe. What do you think Michael?
Michael: It’s beautiful.
“I’m sure you will,” he snorted. Once she started to run after him, he’d slow his pace to match hers, staying quiet for a long moment. While the light jog was considered relatively slow for him, it was all about keeping with her. Perhaps a way to show her that this was possible, and not him being cruel. “Pick it up.” he told her, glancing over at her. “We want to at least make it to your last time,” Dimitri said dryly.
At her question, he thought for a long moment. If she could beat someone in her training class in less than a week? “I’ll let you pick the prize,” he conceded, before pausing. “Within reason. I have to approve it.”
Rose winked at him before smirking slightly. She settled easily into the pace he set for her, unable to keep her eyes from flickering across to him more than she should have. It was only when he told her to hurry up that a small frown creased her brow and she picked up the speed, returning back to the speed she had started with. Doing all the laps she had left at that speed would kill her, definitely, but perhaps it might be enough to make him proud. Or at least get him off her back. “Anything I want?” She pulled a face as she thought about it. “I guess freedom is out of the question?”
Dimitri didn’t say anything, only giving her a hard look. Even if she was serious about running off again, he’d stop her before she even made it outside of the dorms. But, he knew that she wouldn’t do that again; she wouldn’t risk it twice. There was a potential in her that he had never seen before, and the fact that he was the one that got to train her, making her rise to that greatness he knew she would become.
“If you fall asleep in class due to our vigorous workout, I’ll tell Stan to cut you some slack,” he said sarcastically, shaking his head.
“Let’s see then,” he took off in a jog, giving a jerk of his head for her to follow him. “A week? I’ll take you on that challenge. Get them on the ground in a week, and I’ll show you a few things with a stake,” he promised.
"I’m going to hold you to that." Rose replied innocently, intending to take full advantage of that at a later date. It probably wouldn’t work, that she knew right then, but anything that could potentially annoy Stan was more than worth it. As Dimitri took off she merely stood there for a moment watching him before sighing in defeat and chasing off after him. She wanted to point out that his legs were longer than hers, and this his job was a near-run for her but she figured there would probably be no point to it. It didn’t take an idiot to see how much harder she had to work to keep his pace than he had to. She thought about it for a moment before chancing a glance at him, "And what will I get if I can do it in less than that?" she asked, despite knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to. Managing it in a week would be pushing it, but she was sick of getting pushed around - she needed to show them again exactly what she could do before they forgot completely.
You make it sound like you’re my guardian angel.
Dimitri shook his head. “No, considering the guard on you is three times as strong. I also wasn’t here last time; I am now.” he said gravely. “Lissa I’m sorry.” he mused.
“If all the other teenagers can do it, then you can, too. Shaving a couple hours off after classes to train isn’t going to make so much of an impact.” he shrugged. After a moment, he sighed. “That’s not bad,” he conceded. “But you can do better,” he said firmly. “Ten laps is almost three miles; lets see if you can make it that far.”
Dimitri sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I told you, you need to get running down. As for your session, I saw, yes,” he said drily. “But, I want to hear from you how you think it went.”
"Who’s to say I wouldn’t be five times more determined?" Rose asked. She knew full well if it came down to it between her and Dimitri she’d lose - hell she couldn’t even defeat her classmates, but she wasn’t going to let this up without a fight. "I’m not exactly like other teenagers though. I kind of got the memo that I was different when my best friend was learning how to write poetry and I was learning ways to punch my classmates." She pointed out. "So, am I telling Stan or will you? You know the other novices will want permission to sleep in class as well." Rose continued teasingly, running her fingers through her hair as she pulled it up distractedly into a ponytail. "I can do ten laps with my eyes closed, Comrade." she smirked. When he admitted he had been to her training lesson her eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance.
"A week. A week and I’ll have them on the ground."
Dimitri gave her a grave look, staring down at her. “And I wouldn’t let you do that,” he said seriously. “You heard Kirova, I’m currently Vasilissa’s guardian. She’s not leaving this campus.” he shook his head. “I doubt you have enough homework to keep you up all night. Besides, I’m sure you’ve stayed up later while you were partying with the Moroi before you left,” Dimitri gave her a look.
“You could barely make it past a mile-and-a-half when you first came back. You need to be able to run longer, and faster,” he said, waving a hand. “Perhaps if you do well, I’ll take you to the gym and bring out the punching bag.” He gave her a curious look, “how did you do against the other students today?”
Rose couldn’t help the smug look that found its way onto her expression. “I’ve done it before, you don’t think we could do it again?” She asked. “And it’s Lissa.” Rose repeated, having stopped counting the amount of times she had corrected him since being back. “Are you sure about that? I think it’s Stan’s mission to keep me up all night. Either that or fail me.” She opened her mouth to reply to his comment about partying but knew he was right, the only difference being she seldom went to school the day after one of those parties. “A mile and a half after no sleep is pretty amazing, can you just admit that?” She rolled her eyes. “Perhaps? That’s some good motivation.” She gave him a mocking look of surprise. “You mean you weren’t standing at the door watching my training today?”
Dimitri’s lip twitched slightly in a smile, before shaking his head. “On top of missing two years of training, you can’t afford to be failing your classes. And you said barely-passing, which means one bad test grade, and you’re done,” he said dryly. “Have you ever thought about doing homework in your room…While you’re on lockdown?”
He started walking towards the track field, looking back at her. “Running’s important. And it’s not an impossible task. Get a move on it,” he told her.
"They kick me out and I’ll take Lissa with me." Rose replied simply with a small shrug. "And I’ll make sure Kivora knows that as well." When he replied she allowed herself a small smirk, knowing full well she was twisting his words drastically. "So does that mean when Stan yells at me for sleeping because I’ve been up all night doing homework I can tell him you gave me permission and to take it up with you?" Reluctantly Rose began following along behind him, making her dislike for the idea evident. "I know you’re the Guardian and everything, but so is punching and kicking."
Dimitri shook his head, furrowing his brow. “You’re failing your classes, too?” he sighed. “You have plenty of time after training to do your homework. I’ll remind you that you agreed to take these sessions when you were brought back here,” He nodded.
Clearing his throat, he glanced towards the track. “Come on, start running. I want ten laps to warm up.”
"I believe I did say passing - wait what do you mean too?” Rose crossed her arms over her chest defensively. “Yeah, I have plenty of time to be on lock down in my room and catch up on sleep. I know I haven’t been here for a while, but I figure sleeping in class is still frowned upon?” Rose frowned, “Again with the laps? Do you not have any other tricks or something?”
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“You could start looking right behind you, Miss Hathaway,” Dimitri said dryly, looking down at her, eyes glancing towards the friend she was talking to, whom he recalled as Mason Ashford. “You may leave,” he told the boy. “You’re late for practice,” he added to Rose, raising a brow.
Hearing the voice behind her Rose rolled her eyes to Mason before turning around, flashing Dimitri an innocent smile. “Would it kill you to let me have one afternoon off? How am I expected to train twenty-four hours a day and keep perfectly barely-passing all my classes? One afternoon, all I ask.”