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

Svetlana was more than slightly convinced that her daughters were plotting against her. First their secret talk with Anatoly the night before and now they were having yet another one. She didn't know what to expect in regards to this, but she was vaguely concerned. That, and she wanted to light a candle for Dmitri's birthday and it was impossible to do that with two young girls demanding she leave so they can have a 'serious talk' with their father. Which meant that Svetlana was left to her own devices yet again.

Given what her current mood was, what she wished to do, visiting Darcy and the boys was out. She really didn't have the energy to pretend that everything was okay right now. She missed her brother. She missed their talks. In everything that had happened the past five years, Svetlana could have used Dmitri, his perspective. Erik had just grown angry and telling Svetlana he had told her so. And he hadn't even known the worse of it. Dmitri at least would have been more sympathetic to her plight, and perhaps might have had ideas on how to fix it before it had gotten to the point it had. But no, he had died before Anatoly had changed so Svetlana never had his help in this.

Passing by many of the stores, Svetlana noticed the sales but paid them no heed. She already had the apartment decorated for New Years Eve, even if she didn't know what her wish would be yet. She didn't know what she would tell the girls as Ded Moroz and Snegurochka wasn't going to show up, but they did have some gifts for them all the same. She still had no idea what to do with the gift card Florence had given her for the girls. It was a kind gesture, but the way she had worded it when Svetlana had thanked her made the Russian woman wary, as if she were trying to say Svetlana couldn't provide for the girls. But she shook those thoughts away. She didn't need to worry about that on top of everything else.

Spotting a church, the Russian woman stared up at it. She wasn't exactly religious. Would she have been had the government not made it illegal? Perhaps, she had her traditions after all that fell under religious traditions, so who knew. Either way, she decided to see if this was one of the churches where people could light candles for lost loved ones. It would be a peaceful setting, which might help with her nerves. At least, that was her hope. So stepping in, Svetlana looked around, noticing the lone Japanese girl. She looked to be about fourteen. Was this the girl who had her husband so upset because she reminded him of his sister? It was hard to tell from where she stood.

Sighing, Svetlana walked up the main aisle to where the main alter was, lighting a candle and kneeling beside Rei, closing her eyes as she spoke to Dmitri in her mind as she always did. She was so tired of doing all of this alone. Even with Anatoly there, she still felt alone and she was so tired of it.