Svetlana Sergievskaya causes lyrical chess wars (thegirlisme) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-09-19 19:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | anatoly sergievsky, svetlana sergievsky |
Who: Anatoly and Svetlana Sergievsky plus their ghosts
What: Angry ghosts, amused ghosts, too much is going on. Because clearly they have to show up in the middle of a talk
When: BACKDATED to 14 September when the ghosts arrived
Where: Russian apartment of feels
Warnings: Punchy McAngry Ghost?
Status: Part two of two. COMPLETE
“Dmitri....”
“Little sister.” Grinning, the ghost of Svetlana’s brother hugged her. She was different but still his sister. It had been years since he’d seen her.
As for Erik, he was less than thrilled about where he ended up. The second he saw the bastard who had broken his sister’s heart, well, he did what he’d been wanting to do for years even as Svetlana tried to convince him that she was fine. He had known this would happen. That Svetlana would trust him, give him everything and then she’d be hurt.
He punched him as hard as he could.
“You bastard! I knew you’d hurt her!”
Anatoly really didn’t know how Svetlana would react to the dream. Of course, there were more details than he had shared, but Svetlana didn’t exactly need to know those. After all, there was no need to go into specifics of Molokov’s reach and things that had happened to Fayina. He’d said enough to give Svetlana the general idea of the dream, to explain some of his behavior since being here. And that was all that she needed. Of course, if she ever did ask for specifics, he’d give them, but until then, this would be enough.
But as she started to respond, someone appearing suddenly got his attention. Well, mostly it was a fist coming at his face, then connecting with it. Grunting and stumbling back a bit, Anatoly looked up at the man that had punched him. His eyes were wide with shock.
“Erik?” He was too in shock to really process anything else right now. He blinked and didn’t even touch his face where he’d been punched. This was just too sudden and unexpected. Really, he was having a talk with Svetlana! Why was it being interrupted by the ghost of her oldest brother? Well okay, so the Seal could’ve actually brought Erik here, but Anatoly liked the ghost theory better. But could ghosts actually punch people? Well, apparently since Erik had just punched him. As such, Anatoly just looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming semi truck. Or possibly a train. Whatever Erik was, it was going to hurt. A lot.
“Erik?”
And that would solidify the ghost theory because Svetlana couldn’t see him. She was stunned by Dmitri’s presence but Erik as well? But she couldn’t see him, all she saw was Anatoly stumbling. And looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Which was a pretty common expression when Erik showed up angry. And oh how he’d been angry after Anatoly had started pulling away. Before he fell. Before he died.
Looking between Dmitri, who seemed vaguely confused and vaguely amused, and where she could only assume Erik was, Svetlana felt a headache coming on. She so didn’t have the patience for this. At all. She barely had the energy for the talk she and Anatoly had been having before they had shown up. And now?
“So help me Erik, even if I can’t see you, I will find a way to throw something at you if you punch Anatoly again.”
Because it was pretty obvious to figure out what had happened. Erik Krylov... punch first, ask questions never. So knowing that it was indeed her oldest brother by Anatoly’s response and how he had reacted, it wasn’t hard to figure out at all.
“He doesn’t really hear you. Maybe he does. I don’t know. He’s ignoring me which is rude but...Maybe he wants some time alone to tell Anatoly how he really feels.”
And Dmitri was making no sense. Looking at him, Svetlana contemplated the words, the innuendo attached to it.
“If you’re saying what I think you are... actually, no. I’m going to bed. I’m tending to the punch and going to bed because I am too tired to deal with all of this right now.” And that was all there was to it. Heading to the kitchen, Svetlana made an ice pack while keeping an eye on where Anatoly was looking before coming back out.
“Come on, Toly.” With that, Svetlana took her husband’s hand and headed to their room. She didn’t have the patience for this. She was already on edge, they had been having a talk about Bangkok and now ghosts or... something. And she couldn’t do this right now. So she’d focus on taking care of Anatoly and ignoring the fact that her two dead brothers were there and she could only see one of them.
Once Anatoly was sitting on the bed, Svetlana started to tend to where she saw his cheek bruising from the punch.
All right this was...not out of the realm of what could happen in Lawrence, but it was completely uncalled for right at this moment. Of course, the Seal didn’t give a damn what was happening to do things like this. But still. Svetlana was tired, and they were actually talking about Bangkok on their own terms. Yet still the Seal or whatever decided to intervene.
Anatoly was fully prepared for dodging Erik if he tried to punch him again. And when Svetlana moved to the kitchen, Anatoly almost made a plea for her not to leave him alone with Erik. Yes, even now he was still afraid of the man. And really, he’d been punched enough in this place for hurting Svetlana. Though he was thankful Helena hadn’t punched him. But still.
Following Svetlana to the bedroom, he kept a wary eye on the door to see if Erik would follow. Which would just be kind of creepy. More than creepy really, but that was Erik. At least the bruise that would inevitably form wouldn’t be anywhere near as bad as the one he’d gotten from Logan.
“We have not actually gone insane, have we?” Because really, he wanted to ensure Svetlana had seen something.
Thankfully it seemed as though Dmitri at the very least hadn’t decided to follow them into their room. If Erik did, she couldn’t tell but Anatoly’s lack of a reaction made it seem as though that was not the case. For which Svetlana was thankful. She knew her brother could be ridiculous, but honestly, she didn’t think he’d randomly decide to stalk them into their room?
Once again, it was like when Logan had punched her husband, Svetlana too tired to deal with it all and just tending to the injury. It was frustrating because they had been discussing something they needed to, but now? Well, she figured they could keep the conversation up but Svetlana was exhausted and didn’t have the patience for that in case one or both of her brothers decided to show up.
“Well, I saw Dmitri and felt him hug me, so either I’m also going crazy or it’s a Seal thing...”
Which made no sense. But as she hadn’t seen Erik and Anatoly hadn’t responded to Dmitri, she was pretty certain that it wasn’t them being brought here. Nor had she heard of anyone appearing in the complex before like that. So really, Seal thing seemed the most likely scenario. So for now, she’d just gently tend to the tender area with the ice. She had at least gotten the answers she had needed for the time. The basic idea of the dream was enough for her. She didn’t need to know the details, didn’t need to see how they paralleled what she had suffered in this place. It would be too unsettling.
The Seal really needed to work on timing sometimes. Svetlana had actually been open to talking about things. But hopefully the answers she’d gotten before her brothers had shown up would be enough for now. Taking a breath, Anatoly sat still as Svetlana tended to the injury. At least it wasn’t as bad as when Logan had hit him. Anatoly had seriously thought that man had broken his jaw with the way his jaw felt after that.
“I will go with Seal thing as well.”
It was the best explanation for why he could see Erik but not Dmitri. Though he was glad that Dmitri was here in some respect. That would be a good thing. He just wished that he’d been able to see him as well. But the Seal was as it was, so that was all that needed to be said.
Though really, why Erik? Anatoly didn’t like living in fear of his ghost, especially given the fact the man could punch him. Would Erik try smothering him with a pillow as he slept? He wouldn’t put it past him, really. So he would just hope that the oldest Krylov would listen to his sister’s threat and not try anything that drastic. Anatoly rather liked being alive right now.
Svetlana preferred her husband alive as well. They still had things to work on, but never had she wanted him dead. Though she was pretty certain that, no matter how angry Erik was, he wouldn’t actually kill Anatoly. He knew that she wouldn’t be able to handle that. Katya’s ploy from before the wedding ensured that her brothers realized how she felt, how she wouldn’t be able to handle that. She hated that fact but it was what it was.
“It seems the most likely cause...”
Stepping back some, Svetlana took in her husband’s features. It really wasn’t the first time he’d been punched by Erik. And she really didn’t even want to think about what Dmitri had insinuated. She was oddly thankful that he was there, even though she worried about what had brought them here and why. But she would figure that out later.
“Feel any better?”
She knew that really all she could do was numb the pain but it was at least something. And she was at least able to focus on something, she wasn’t overwhelmed by the fears and doubts and feelings of being worthless. It didn’t do much for the being on edge thanks to what day was coming up, but she’d survive it.
Where Svetlana was fairly certain Erik wouldn’t kill him, Anatoly was skeptical. Of course, that whole thing with Katya no doubt would’ve stayed Erik’s hand in such a matter knowing what it would do to Svetlana, but Anatoly was still worried. It was Erik after all. He had always just done his best to not anger Erik more than he all ready did by just existing and loving Svetlana. It was strange seeing the man again, but not nearly as strange as it was nearly second nature to blame the Seal for things like this now. But it was what it was, and Anatoly just had to hope Erik didn’t punch him into oblivion during his stay in Lawrence. Which Anatoly wondered just how long that would be since things seemed to have their own timelines here. Though the standard seemed to be one week, and if not one than two. Wonderful. Two weeks of suffering Erik’s glares and hate. Anatoly wasn’t sure if he could handle that.
When Svetlana stepped back and asked the question, he looked at her and nodded, smiling gently. “Yes, thank you.” In turn he took in Svetlana’s features. He could tell she was tired and needed to rest. “How about you?”
At least he felt better, so there was that. Him turning the question on her was annoying because he had done that to her after Pestilence when he was pushing for answers. But she also had a feeling that with the sudden appearance of two of her brothers, Anatoly probably wouldn’t be pushing for her to talk anymore. At least not right now and she was thankful for that. Besides, she needed to process what he had told her. That he hadn’t been playing her, making her hope only to win in Bangkok. On why he had come back.
“We’ll go with that. yes.”
With the cold compress having done it’s job, Svetlana went and placed it in the kitchen before shooting an inquisitive look to Dmitri who just waved in amusement. Shaking her head, the blond went back to her and Anatoly’s room and laid down in hopes that sleep would come. At least it wasn’t a nerve wracking appearance thanks to the Seal, at least not for Svetlana. Dmitri would be annoying and meddle but she had missed him. She knew he wouldn’t stay, but.. it was something.
Svetlana was right, Anatoly wasn’t about to push for answers or anything more right now. Not with her brothers here that could interrupt at any given moment, and not with the conversation they’d had. Of course he’d wished they could’ve finished it, but at least they had gotten out things they’d needed to before they got interrupted. Now it was just a matter of Svetlana processing what he’d told her. And he hoped that the answers would give her some peace.
While she took the cold compress back to the kitchen, Anatoly grabbed his pajamas and changed into them. He really didn’t know if he’d be able to sleep knowing Erik was lurking, but he’d try at least. And he hoped Svetlana could get some sleep. Perhaps her knowing Dmitri was there, even in ghost form, would help relax her enough to where she could sleep. Sliding into bed, he settled himself and looked over at Svetlana.
“Good night, Svetochka,” he said gently.
It really was strange to have Dmitri there, acting so much like himself. And it was relaxing in it’s own way. With everything that had been happening as of late, it was refreshing, to have her brother there. Both of them, even if she couldn’t see or hear Erik. Because they were the two who had looked after her when she was younger, when her parents couldn’t be bothered. So as long as no major travesty happened with other people and their ghosts, maybe Svetlana would get a chance to breathe and process. Especially given the upcoming weeks and what they would do to her mentally.
“Night, Toly...”