Drabble:1
POV:Third Person

On Valentine's, while Lissa pored over books in the library, Christian decided to find Rose, figuring she would be missing Mason and could use a laugh or two. After wandering through the campus aimlessly for some time, he finally saw her. Sitting on a bench, half-hidden by a bunch of trees. With Guardian Belikov.
He inched closer soundlessly, not wanting to disturb them and okay, maybe a little part of him enjoyed seeing Rose look happy instead of all doom and gloom, like she usually did nowadays. A few words of their conversation floated to him.
"You know…..it's traditional….but we…its….so here", Guardian Belikov said, handing something to her.
"Dimitri", Rose replied in a soft tone that surprised Christian. "I didn't….you said…gift…I'm-"
"Rose", Dimitri interrupted in an equally gentle voice. Curious, Christian moved closer, straining to hear them clearly. "You don't need to. I know."
"But I want to", Rose countered, wringing her hands together in an uncharacteristic display of nervousness.
"Oh, Roza", he said quietly. "This is enough."
They said no more, but exchanged a long, loaded look. Only then did Christian notice how closely they were sitting, leaning towards each other, arms touching. As his mind pondered over the various possibilities, Rose move towards Belikov and tenderly kiss his cheek. He thought that surely Belikov would yell at her and chew her head off, but boy, was he wrong. Belikov leaned towards her and cupped her face. And with the moonlight (and Christian) as their sole witness, he kissed her. Christian was so shocked, he couldn't tear his eyes away. When they pulled apart (four and a half minutes later, yeah he counted), they moved apart wordlessly and started talking about the upcoming field experience as if nothing had happened.
Christian drifted away soundlessly, head heavy with thoughts. Suddenly a lot of things made sense. Adrian's cryptic taunts, Rose's unwillingness to date, Dimitri rejecting Tasha's offer, all the unexplained looks he had seen the guardian and the novice share and the effortless way they had of orienting themselves around each other, even unconsciously.
When Rose showed up later to hang out with the group, he didn't say a word about what he had seen, not when he saw her eyes shining happily, not even when he caught a glimpse of a single red rose in her backpack. He didn't bust her, because contrary to popular belief, he actually cared for her. A Lot. And he would keep her secret, if it was worth her happiness.

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