Nikita Vostrikova (trickylittlegun) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-05-17 22:19:00 |
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Nikita wasn't even sure where to start with processing everything that had been said yesterday. First, there was the fact that Eloisa had taken Missy back to meet another like her, a horseman. There was no way to determine which was worse: that Eloisa could steal Missy away any time she felt like it or that she had someone just as powerful to back her up, as though she needed it. Not even in her wildest imagination could she even think of being able to overpower Eloisa by herself, another horseman would surely mean her swift death. Then there was the fact that the two vampires had told Missy that she was -- how had she phrased it? -- "completely in love with her". That hadn't been the reason that she had saved Missy, Nikita was very firm in that belief. The only reason that she had been there in the first place was because of Kristen, and it was because of the young Peloe that she had saved the hunter. It was the only reason. She looked over to the clock on her desk. Silvia should have been home by now, but she hadn't remembered hearing her, or Kristen, come in. The two of them were overdue for a talk. Didn't Missy imply more than once that she had felt ignored? Did Silvia feel that way? Nikita knew that she wasn't the best at communication. There had never been a point in her life when anyone had showed her how to have a healthy conversation about feelings, why would she suddenly be able to start now? Just because the desire was there, didn't mean that she suddenly understood that it was better to talk about things before they began to be a problem. Stepping out of her office, Nikita made her way slowly though the house, checking every room for the young were. She walked up the stairs to Silvia's room. Nikita earnestly expected to see her sitting in her room, working on homework or playing with something, but the room was empty. Her face tightened with disappointment. Where was she? She turned to head back toward the stairs, hoping that Annie might know where she was and feeling guilty that the odds were likely she would. A hand came up to anxiously play with the necklace hanging at her chest, her eyes cast downward to the ground. Her heel had barely hit the tiled floor when she looked up and saw Silvia on her way out the door. "Going somewhere?" She said with a raised eyebrow. There was a lot more of a tone to her voice than she had intended, but she had been caught off-guard by the sight of her adopted daughter leaving the house without a word being said to her. Nikita knew in an instant that she had no kind of parental ground to stand on -- that would imply that she had actually been acting like a parent at any point over the past few weeks. She couldn't feel any farther from a mother right now. "I was hoping we could talk." There, her voice was a little softer that time. |