silvie (silviya) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2018-02-07 20:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: olivier moreau, char: silviya higgs, location: other, location: wwn, time: 2010 02 |
RP: Oh, hello.
Who: Silvie & open
When: 2/7/10; evening
Where: Writer's Room, Confessions Set, Scotland
What: Silvie's working a little late to get some thoughts down.
Warnings: TBD
The Quidditch world had been shaken by the dual loss of Gwenog Jones and Erin Troy, and Silviya had been encouraging Terence to not feel guilty about spending more time with his fellow professionals. Tonight, he'd gone to dinner with some of them, and so Silvie had ordered take out to the Writers Room. She'd sent a quick note to Romilda in St. Mungo's, letting her know her colleagues were still thinking of her and looking forward to her recovery, and then she'd put music on the little wireless they had in the corner and had taken out her journal. She so rarely put pen to paper these days - oh, she wrote every day, of course, but it had been ages since she'd felt the glide of ink on parchment and she sighed with the first words.
Adele's voice keeping her company, she didn't bother moving to her office as staff came and went - they left her be, as they were good at doing. She hadn't been back to see Robert since his confession, but she'd kept tabs on his recovery and he'd been in her thoughts constantly. Not just because of what he'd said - though of course, that weighed heavy on her mind and heart - but because of her concern for him. One didn't have half their body crushed in a tragedy and come out the same person, if one came out of it at all. Of course, she thought to herself now, one didn't have their heart crushed and come out the same, either. Could they really continue to be friends? She had never questioned that with Terence.
If things hadn't worked out with Terence, she knew without a doubt he would still be in her life, he would still stand by her side and be her friend. And Robert felt very much like family, but she wasn't so sure this time. She wanted to be there for him, but knew it probably wasn't wise. He had other people to care for him, she didn't need to muddle things further.
And if Silviya was sure of nothing else, it was that she loved Terence. He was her everything. He was her past and her present and her future, she hoped. He'd been so patient with her while she re-learned how to open herself to love, and when she had... He had rewarded her with his entire heart, his soul. Silvie had given him the same in return. She wanted to be his wife. She wanted to give him children - lots of wild, sarcastic, far too brilliant children - with his blue eyes and her shy smile. She wanted to grow old with Terence. But she didn't want lose Robert in her life, either - he filled a hole in her mind she hadn't realized she'd had. At the end of it all, Silviya was an artist, a creative sort, and no one else in her life besides Robert understood that. They all supported her in it, of course, but he... got it. Because of this, Robert got Silviya in a way that her loved ones - even Terence - couldn't. It broke her heart, in a way.
She stopped writing for a moment to center herself, taking a deep breath and looking about the room, just as the door opened yet again.