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Svetlana Sergievskaya causes lyrical chess wars (thegirlisme) wrote in valarlogs,

Where Anatoly was a dreamer and seemed to think their run ins had something to do with...something, Svetlana was not. She was analytical and didn't put much stock into destiny or fate. Everyone made their own destiny by the choices they made. Coincidences were just that, coincidences. Don't open up, don't get your hopes up and you don't end up hurt later on.

And there was the reminder that she could call him Anatoly. Though it was definitely a better response to whatever else he might come up with that would just make her look at him oddly. It was a familiar rapport between them, and she didn't actually mind it. It was just how they were.

"Right, of course."

However, she was still in a daze and trying to get her senses back that she didn't pay all that much mind to actually calling him Anatoly. Even as he steadied her. Really, placement and timing was everything. Because while the shoulder was a safe place to instinctually grasp, it hurt given the whole being thrown into the wall thing. So she winced but sighed.

"I'm sure it's just a sprain. I have bandages at home." It was always safer to have things at home. If one of the girls she helped needed immediate assistance and was too afraid to go to the hospital, there were the necessities and she could patch them up. True it wasn't exactly her job to take girls into her home to bandage them up, but it was a matter of trust. Trust which might have been why she'd been lured out there.