Moving Objects

Chapter 1

"You just have to trust me. I'm asking you as someone who cares, do not make me ask as the Head Guardian of the academy."

I flinched at the bluntness of her voice and bit down on my lip again. Alberta noticed the motion and her expression softened slightly. Leaning forward and resting her arms on her legs, she sighed again and gave me a levelled look. "Please, Rose? I just want to know what happened."

"It might be easier if I show you instead," I said. Alberta gave me an encouraging look and waited for me to show her. I looked around the room for something that was small enough that I wouldn't feel drained after moving it. Coming up empty, I looked to Dimitri with a small smile and he quickly unfastened his watch, handing it to me.

Alberta looked mildly confused as I weighed the watch in my hand before lifting it with my mind, letting it hover a few inches over my palm before exhaustion took over and it dropped back into my hand. Dimitri quickly took the watch out of my hand and handed me a cup of water that I drank greedily.

"What did you just do?" Alberta whispered, her face showing her shock. I chuckled half-heartedly as I made myself comfortable in bed.

"What did it look like, Alberta?" I retorted tiredly. Alberta shook her head a few times before looking at Dimitri.

"Did you know about this?"

"I only found out this afternoon."

Alberta hummed to herself and opened her mouth to ask something else, but I think she realized the toll that put on my already exhausted body.

"I have more questions, but I will let you get some sleep. I will come back in the morning."

I nodded carefully and rolled onto my side while tucking the blanket around me. Alberta placed her hand on the side of my head before leaving, giving me a tight smile before heading out. I felt Dimitri get up and press his lips to the side of my head gently and I rolled a bit to look at him.

"Do you have somewhere you need to be?" I asked through a yawn and he shook his head, tucking a wayward curl behind my ear. "Can you hold me for a bit? Just until I fall back asleep?"

Dimitri didn't respond verbally but got up on the bed behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist, gently pulling me back to him and he rested his face in the crook of my neck. I hummed softly when he pressed his lips to my skin with a sigh, running his nose against the column of my neck before pressing another kiss behind my ear.

"I'm glad you're ok. I was really worried," he said softly as I ran my fingers over the arm holding me securely against him. I wiggled closer to him and turned my head enough to look at him. Dimitri lifted his head enough to catch my lips in a tender peck.

"I'm fine, Comrade. I always am."

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"I want to try something today," Dimitri said as we walked out to the field at the back of the academy. I pulled my bag higher onto my shoulder with a sigh. Three days after being discharged from the medical wing, Dimitri decided to continue our training. Now, Lissa and Eddie thought that with what happened I shouldn't have to do private training anymore, but I personally lived for the moments that were alone with Dimitri. They were still sparse.

"What's that?" I asked when we came to a stop in the clearing. I dropped my bag next to Dimitri's and waited for him to finish pulling whatever it was from his duffle. He pulled out his stake and tossed it a few feet from us. I frowned at him and went to go grab it, but he placed his hand on my stomach and stopped me.

"I want you to grab it while we spar."

"Okay?" I said with a confused laugh. He smirked and moved his hand from my stomach to my side, squeezing it before taking his hand away.

"I want you to do it with your mind. Could you imagine how useful it could be if you were to lose your stake mid-fight? To be able to pull it to you while engaging with an opponent. It can give you the upper hand," Dimitri explained as he moved away from our bags and got into position to spar. I looked from the stake to Dimitri with uncertainty but moved and got into position.

To say the practice was a success was comical. I managed to get the stake to roll a few inches, but that was all before Dimitri could pin me. I groaned in frustration the fifth time Dimitri pinned me, letting my hands fall to lay beside my head.

"Don't beat yourself up, Roza. You are doing great," Dimitri said as he moved to place his hands beside mine as he leaned over me, giving me a smile despite the sweat and exertion clear on his face. I huffed up at him with a scowl.

"I don't feel like I'm doing great. You've handed me my ass for the last hour while I only managed to make the damn thing roll!"

Dimitri sighed and pulled me up to my feet, cupping my cheek. "It's just like every other muscle. You have to practice and stretch the muscle. You will get the hang of it, Roza."

I sighed and leaned into his touch, silently basking in the roughness against my skin. I held his gaze as I placed my hand over his, prolonging the touch. The moment was far too short for my liking, and Dimitri pulled away only to let his fingers brush over my lips before it fell to his side.

Dimitri picked up my bag and his and tilted his head to the side, gesturing that it was time for us to leave. I groaned both in soreness and reluctance but followed anyway. We took the long way back to my door, basking in the final rays of sunlight before Dimitri spoke.

"How did this come about? Your powers, I mean," he asked. I chewed my lip and sighed deeply. He seemed to think that meant I didn't want to talk about it, but I simply didn't know where to start.

"I think it started the night of the accident. I never had the ability to move things before, but a few days later, I got upset before going to the funeral and I... honestly, it was like a bomb went off. Kirova let it slide due to "emotional distress" because of the accident but I think that was when it came to the surface. My room was trashed. Like objects broken, clothing all over the place, my bed was moved back by like five feet. I haven't had a moment like that again until..."

"Until?"

"Until I watched that Strigoi grab onto you. When I knocked Stan and my mom back. I think when I experience an immense amount of emotion it becomes harder to control," I said as I brushed my hair away from my face. Dimitri seemed to ponder this for a few minutes as we walked, but I noticed that he seemed to be walking closer to me than he normally would. Maybe he felt the need to comfort me subconsciously and it made him move closer, or maybe he was letting his guard down a little given that no one else was up at this time.

We reached the Novice dorms all too soon and I reluctantly took my bag back from him. He looked around quickly before pressing his lips to my cheek. I smiled and stepped towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his chest. He was hesitant for a moment before wrapping his arms around me and gave me a light squeeze.

"I'll see you in a few hours, Roza. I love you," he whispered in my ear. I sighed and pulled away, giving him a small smile.

"I love you, too."

This kind of came to me a few weeks ago and I've been toying with the idea since. Like it? Hate it? Let know.