Svetlana Sergievskaya causes lyrical chess wars (thegirlisme) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-10-31 09:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | helena g. wells, svetlana sergievsky |
Who: Helena Wells and Svetlana Sergievsky
What: Myka got seal eated and Svetlana feels the need to do damage control
When: 31 October 2012, morning into...who even knows
Where: Helena's workroom.
Warnings: Feels from Helena at least
Status: Thread | Complete
Between finishing up Halloween costumes for the girls and the fact that Svetlana really only did check the boards once a day, she had missed the fact that Myka had been sent back through the Seal the night previous. A fact that actually worried her because Helena had a habit of calling her on the Farnsworth if she was worried about people disappearing. But Claudia's post only asked about Myka, there were no newly added posts on the Victorian woman disappearing. Which meant Helena was trying to shut down. It was something Svetlana knew, push people away, don't talk to them. When it hurt, just lock yourself away in something. And sometimes it seemed to work, but in the end, it did more harm than good and Helena had been doing well. After everything she had suffered in this place, she finally had been getting a reprieve. The Seal was not sentient but for once, the blond felt the need to curse it. It wouldn't do any good, of course, but it was extremely aggravating.
With the girls in school and Anatoly working, Svetlana grabbed some things necessary for making tea and headed to where the Victorian house stood. While usually it was Anatoly who had to play the persistent game in keeping her from shutting down, in making her process things she didn't want to, Svetlana could be just as stubborn when the time called for it. True, it hadn't worked with her husband while he had been under Molokov's thumb, when he refused to listen, but she had fought it when she had seen what was happening. So really, Svetlana was just preemptively stopping any potential regression before it got too far.
The air was chilly but still warmer than it would be in Moscow, so the blond didn't mind it. Then again, Svetlana tended to prefer the cold to the heat anyway. But once she got to Helena's, she was focused. True she had no idea just what to expect or what this visit was going to turn into given it was hard to tell what any serious conversation between the two of them would turn into, but Svetlana was determined to at least get Helena to talk about her feelings because even if she always tried to deny it, it did work. There were no strategies for this, no way to turn it into a chess game in her mind in what moves to make ahead of time. She just had to go with it.
Once Claudia let her in and she was told where Helena was, Svetlana made her way down the familiar halls. First she went to the kitchen and made a tea she tended to make when she was stressed and upset, it helped with calming the emotions. That done, the blond went to the workroom. She didn't bother knocking, instead just letting herself in, placing one of the tea glasses in front of Helena and taking a seat to the side, sipping her own tea as she kept a critical eye on the woman who had managed to become what she felt was referred to as a best friend.