Svetlana Sergievskaya causes lyrical chess wars (thegirlisme) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-10-19 12:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | freddie trumper, svetlana sergievsky |
Who: Svetlana Sergievsky and Freddie Trumper
What: Getting space and air and all that fun stuff.
When: Around noon on the 19th of October
Where: Cafe near the complex
Warnings: Should be none
Svetlana was nearing her breaking point. Between not sleeping much in the past month, her inability to eat, her concern over her daughters and Anatoly's hovering, she was about to snap. She was exhausted. She was terrified. She was lost. Yet, she still refused to break. She refused to show anyone that she was hurting and lost. Her brothers were not here, two were dead and one was who knew where. Anatoly was here, but he was part of the problem at the moment. He was once again confusing Svetlana. She understood the basic idea. He was worried and he knew her. He knew that when she got this stressed out, especially when she wasn't opening up to anyone, she forgot to take care of herself. She didn't eat and she didn't sleep. So he knew he had to try to make sure she did that. And she knew that he was concerned about their daughters. After all, he had been sent to that place while they'd been shot and had died. And now they were back but obviously traumatized. Jelena was withdrawn and sent home sick from school more often than not. And Fayina was acting out. She had extreme reactions to things and instigated fights. Both Sergievskys had their hands full at the moment in trying to help the two girls deal with what had happened and in that, Svetlana had pushed her own issues to the back. What happened with Molokov had happened. She couldn't erase it or make it go away. She had been powerless to help her daughters and saw them being shot in front of her at random times when her mind, exhausted from lack of sleep, flickered back to that Sunday. And then to that Wednesday when they had died. Add in all the insults that the other version of her husband had thrown at her whenever they were in an area where they could be heard, and Svetlana was dealing with a lot. It was why she had ignored Ruby's post about Darcy. Because honestly, she didn't have the time or energy to search through the comms in search of something that read as flirtation. And she really didn't want to start doubting this friendship, she didn't want to worry that Darcy would turn into Florence.
Having gone out to get some things for Jelena who had been sent home sick again, Svetlana spotted the cafe she liked to go to every so often. Well, it wasn't like Anatoly would need what she had gotten right away. And it was sort of nice being out of the Complex for more than errands. True, she worried that something could happen again. She knew that demons were apparently on the loose still waiting to jump people and she knew she probably shouldn't be out alone, but as Jelena needed one of her parents there while she was sick instead of going to Quinn's or even Freddie's, and most of the people Svetlana corresponded with on a semi-regular basis had things going on, it was going out alone. She was on guard, she always was. Between being worried about more shootings, running into Molokov and the demons, she was definitely on guard.
Still, getting tea and sitting for a spell shouldn't be too problematic. It would calm her down and keep her from falling asleep. One of these days she'd need to actually sleep, but not today. Instead, Svetlana went and placed her order before she moved to a table outside. Yes, it wasn't even breaking fifty degrees and yes, it was windy, but spending so much time inside helping her daughters and avoiding everything, being outside was nice. Placing the bag of groceries down and sipping her tea, the sunlight caught on Svetlana's bracelet and she paused before she started to fiddle with it after placing her tea down. It wasn't an exact replica of the bracelet Anatoly had gotten her randomly one day when they'd been dating that Fayina had managed to lose, but it was close. And the fact that he even remembered it and the details enough to make this replica was one of the things weighing on the petite blond's mind in regards to her confusion in regards to her husband.
Sighing softly, Svetlana closed her eyes and drummed her fingers on the table briefly. She knew of the park with the chess boards she could go to, but honestly, she was too tired for a game of chess with a stranger or herself. Besides, she shouldn't be out too long. But she could at least enjoy her tea.