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Svetlana Sergievskaya causes lyrical chess wars ([info]thegirlisme) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2013-03-08 20:34:00

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Entry tags:anatoly sergievsky, svetlana sergievsky

Who: Anatoly and Svetlana Sergievsky, "Molokov"
What: Nothing big, just Svetlana getting cursed and Anatoly having to find her to reverse it.
When: 8 March 2013 throughout the day and night, on and off thunderstorms because lolz i like weather.com
Where: Around Lawrence... train tracks.
Warnings: Angst/Feels/Paranoia
Status: Thread | Complete


How it had happened, Svetlana honestly couldn't say. If she were focused on logic as she tried to be, she would have realized that there was no way for what she had seen to have happened. Molokov could not really have gotten into the apartment and kill the girls as she closed the window Jelena had opened. But that wasn't the case. When the six year old had opened the window, Svetlana had noticed a green mist and told the girls to get away from the window and closed it, not realizing she'd been hit by it. As that happened, she'd heard two shots and turn, and there were her daughters. Dead on the floor in front of her. Just as they had been that day a year and a half ago in the street. The ability to breathe was gone. Especially when she saw him standing there with the gun, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

"Really, my dear, did you think you would get off so easily?"

"You bastard, you killed them!"

"You knew the consequence."

Shaking and pale, Svetlana tensed as the one man she despised came towards her, not realizing it was a worried Fayina. And then he was gone, out the door and Svetlana had fallen to her knees, shaking, murmuring the Mourner's Kaddish to herself before shaking and standing up, more talking to herself than anything.

"I need to tell Anatoly. I need...."

Her words fell flat, emotion fast leaving her body. She couldn't do this again. She couldn't fail her daughters again yet she had. How had he even gotten in? Would there even be a third chance this time around? She'd been lucky before when the Seal had reversed the deaths, but what now? Could she really be that lucky? No. It was a fluke before and she had failed. Again. Completely pale, the blond woman left the apartment, closing the door on reflex, unaware that she shaking, unaware of anything beyond the path she needed to take. She needed to tell Anatoly, she needed to... and then she entered the medbay and the bastard was there. Yelling at her husband before he ended up shot before her as well. She wanted to scream, but there was no voice within her to scream. It was as if the pain had silenced her. This wasn't Moscow. There were no faked documents, no forged photographs. Svetlana had seen her husband get shot and fall to the ground dead.

So she backed away from the door of the medbay, she needed to get out of the complex. The walls were beginning to close in around her. She didn't even care if the witch killed her now. Her entire family was already dead and she'd sooner die by a Disney Villain than Molokov. Because he had other plans for her. She knew he did because of what had happened in the alternate world. But she should go to Helena's. Let her know. She didn't care if Myka would be there, she wasn't even thinking about the other woman. She was simply on autopilot, and Helena was the one who needed to know first... who...

For once it wasn't so bitterly cold, even though there were threatening clouds. Not that she would have noticed the temperature at this point in time. But rounding a corner, and once again she saw him. It was as if he knew her every move. Which really didn't sit well with her. How long had he been back this time? How long just watching? Learning her routine, learning where she went? He didn't have his resources here, she knew this. He hadn't before, how could he have gotten them before. Because Svetlana knew that this wasn't the Molokov who had fallen from the bell tower. The one she had watched died. Or maybe he had come back and remembered that. Remembered the threats and chase, remembered the sting operation and that she was the one who should have died last year. The one who had cheated it before and so now he was making her suffer not just her failure in Bangkok, but for killing him here as well by not saving him.

The fear she had felt in Moscow, in her own world, the ever watching eyes, she could feel them watching again. She never showed she had known, Svetlana had too much pride and she was an Ice Queen. Not that she cared about that here. They were going to kill her like they had failed to do in Bangkok as she had managed to evade the bastards the second she had learned of Anatoly's plan to win. To beat Viigand despite her pleas. Had she told him? She couldn't remember. Had she ever told him what had happened?! Not that it mattered now. Her husband, the man she had fallen in love with, the one who had come back to her after being blinded by his pride and chess... he was dead. Truly dead and not just in the metaphorical way. Her daughters, the two reasons she had braved five years of neglect, gone. Lost because she had failed them twice in this place now.

The on and off again thunderstorms didn't phase Svetlana, she hated thunderstorms and she hadn't heard them, hadn't felt the rain fall on her. She just kept avoiding Molokov and the KGB whenever she saw them, every evasive move she had taught herself in Moscow she once again employed, moves she never thought she'd have to use again, not while she was here. It was more reflex than anything though. Because honestly, Svetlana didn't care much. Just so long as they actually killed her and she wasn't forced to live as she had that week in the alternate Moscow. Because this time, there was nothing that would save her, nothing that would make her keep fighting.

And just like Moscow, Svetlana eventually ended up at some train tracks, just staring at them and ignoring the chill that was seeping in.


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[info]haventwonatall
2013-03-12 10:48 am UTC (link)
When the green mist had spread through the city, Anatoly had been in the medbay on his shift. Though given how people had been getting cursed, Anatoly was also preparing himself for having some extended shifts in the medbay. At least they had the staff to handle crises and they worked well as a team to just get things done. As such, he was unaware of what had happened to Svetlana. When she had come down to the medbay, Anatoly's attention had been on other things. A couple people were in the medbay all ready needing medical attention. He tended to them, and once he got a break, he checked the message boards. He wasn't even precisely certain why, but it was perhaps to see if Maleficent had unleashed another wave of curses or had stepped things up.

And in checking them, that's when he saw Fayina's post. Which was so very not okay. Ensuring the other staff on duty at the time would be okay, Anatoly immediately went to find Svetlana. It was obvious from Fayina's tone that Svetlana wasn't in their apartment. So he systematically began running down the list of places she'd go to first. The first would've been the medbay to see him, but given she hadn't come to him, or more accurately that he hadn't seen her because he'd been busy, he was certain she'd all ready tried that. Would she go to find Florence or Freddie? Possibly not if she was thinking their daughters were dead again. She'd be in a state of mind where she'd move on autopilot and go to someone she felt she could even talk to on this matter. Helena was the more obvious choice, even with the rift that had been between them, it had been obvious of late that they were both trying, so he started heading towards Helena's house.

Though as he was heading there, he was still thinking, still wondering where Svetlana would go. And that's when he started wondering if she'd go to train tracks again. Because oh, he well knew the significance those held, and if she was shutting herself off because she thought their daughters were dead, she would no doubt go there even if she didn't intend it as her final destination. So he changed his path, heading instead to train tracks to find her. It would once again seem as though he'd need to save her from a train if one was coming, and somehow help her understand what she thought was real wasn't. And he did take the mention of Jelena saying true love's kiss was needed to break the curse to heart.

Arriving at the tracks, he glanced to his left, then to his right, trying to decide which direction to go in. But luckily when he looked to his right, he thought he spotted a person with long blonde hair off in the distance. Leaping into action, Anatoly sprinted alongside the tracks towards the figure. Which as he drew closer he could see was actually Svetlana. Slowing down once he was closer, he walked closer to her, taking the time to catch his breath a bit.

"Svetlana, it's all right, I'm here," he spoke to her as he drew within speaking distance of her. He had yet to ascertain if her curse affected her perception of him as well. Hopefully this would give him the answer.

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[info]thegirlisme
2013-03-12 04:29 pm UTC (link)
As Svetlana didn't know the train schedule, she simply was staring at the tracks. The hollow feeling was back. How she had felt before letting Anatoly in. The hollowness from the week and a half before their marriage when Katya had played her. She should have made the connection. She had seen the mist and yet it didn't register now. Just emptiness and pain.

And then...his voice. That disgusting voice that made her skin crawl. Would she ever be free of Molokov? It was supposed to have ended when he died. Oh the memories were there, haunting her the more stressed she got. She would always worry about him returning yet she never expected to have to hear his voice again. The mocking tone that was so smug in his destroying of her soul. He had to remember his last time in Lawrence. Why else would he have killed her family in such a way? His initial plan was to hurt her, take her children. And now....

Body completely rigid, Svetlana turned her gaze to the man she thought was Molokov, glaring. Rage. Pain. It didn't matter. She knew her fate and she would sooner die.

"How reassuring. Are you hear to rub in the fact you killed my entire family?"

She should have brought a knife. Prepared for this. Or any of his men acting on his orders. But between overwhelming grief and being on autopilot, Svetlana hadn't planned ahead. She hadn't analyzed all outcomes so now she was vulnerable.

"Congratulations. You won. Are you going to make good on your threat from Bangkok now that you've had your revenge for last year?"

The edge to her voice was back. She was hardening herself again. It would be the only way to survive this. What did connections and being open to people matter with her daughters and husband dead? Assuming she even made it away from the tracks.

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[info]haventwonatall
2013-03-18 01:19 am UTC (link)
So clearly Anatoly wasn't completely certain of what to expect when he found Svetlana. He had an idea from Fayina's post, obviously, but he didn't know specifics. He knew she would obviously be in some state of closing off given she thought their daughters were dead, but he wasn't certain of how deeply she was affected. Because clearly she was cursed when their daughters were very much alive. Which meant this was much like a living fairytale like those he'd always told to their daughters, and which Jelena had fervent belief in.

All right, so Svetlana's body language upon his approach and speaking to her was something that was a dead giveaway. He could see how much she was hardening all ready. And from her words it was easy to glean what she was seeing and believing. So clearly she was seeing Molokov instead of her, given the reference to the threat from Bangkok, and also the mention of last year. There was also the information that Svetlana believed both him as well as their daughters to be dead, killed by Molokov. And considering she was seeing Molokov instead of him, that would make this whole talk that much more difficult.

Which left Anatoly with how to approach this. Talking was obviously not going to get him anywhere when she believed him to be Molokov. No matter what Anatoly may say, Svetlana would never believe he wasn't Molokov when, to her eyes and ears, he was Molokov. But as much as he also wanted to just close the remaining distance between them and kiss her, because clearly true love's kiss would fix this, was also possibly not the best course of action either given what he knew from the alternate world both he and Svetlana had been cast into. This was almost a situation where Anatoly was caught between a rock and a hard place. So all right, he was going to choose a path that was a combination of both approaches, both talking and planting the kiss. So choosing his words carefully, he tried for the least Molokov-y words to see if there was any sort of positive reaction Svetlana would have to them.

"Svetochka, what you are seeing is not real. You are under a spell cast by a witch. Just think about it, remember what world we are in, what impossible things we have witnessed happen here. This is a spell, a curse, just like in a fairytale." Because clearly Molokov would never give credence to fairytales. He would've just taken the credit for everything and wallowed in victory.

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[info]thegirlisme
2013-03-18 02:44 am UTC (link)
Difficult was an understatement. If there were one person Svetlana would be completely difficult with, it was Molokov. He had nothing to hold over her now. Her daughters weren't at risk anymore, Anatoly. Because he had killed them. Shot them and destroyed her entire being. It was hard to combat what she had seen play out in front of her with logic. And really, spells and fairy tales? Those weren't logical. Even knowing where she was, knowing what was possible in this world, a fairytale curse was not the logical explanation for what she had seen. Because it was more than seeing, she had heard it. Had felt her heart constrict, stop and shatter at the scene. It was real.

And the bastard walking towards her was definitely not something Svetlana was looking to be dealing with. Far from it. She stepped back, keeping a wary eye on him, as well as scanning her immediate surrounding area to see if there were anything she could use as a weapon to defend herself with.

"Don't call me that, you bastard. Killing him doesn't give you that right."

Eyes narrowed dangerously, the blond scoffed.

"And do you honestly believe you can trick me into thinking I am talking to my husband by trying to play on the nature of this world?"

Because again, logic. She saw him kill Anatoly. She saw her daughters die before her once again. It wasn't forged. It had been real. Even though she knew the different kinds of curses that existed within fairy tales and what could happen here, this was real. Or perhaps she had to believe it was real because she didn't know how many times she could think her family dead only for it to be a lie before she completely shut down, before it seemed safer to pull away even if it killed her because she couldn't keep it up. But no. They were dead and now Molokov was trying to destroy her as he had in the wrong version of Moscow.

Given the stepping closer, Svetlana had backed up, not to notice that she was up against the tracks until she fell backwards, wincing as she landed on her wrist. So holding her arm to her, the blond scanned the surrounding area for a rock or... something she could use to fight Molokov with. Part of survival was adapting to her surroundings. She wouldn't let him have the last of her dignity. Not here. She just, she wouldn't.

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[info]haventwonatall
2013-03-18 05:35 am UTC (link)
Even before he had opened his mouth, he knew this was going to be an incredibly difficult thing to convince Svetlana of. Convincing her he wasn't Molokov when that was what she saw, what she heard. And Svetlana also lived in logic. Magical curses did not fall into the realm of logic, even if it fell into the operating form of supernatural logic that this world had. But just because they had lived in this place for over a year did not mean thinking curses were real were instantly leaping to their minds as potential things to happen to them. Well, except in Anatoly's case because he was weird and, well, the proof was right in Fayina's post and right in front of him in Svetlana.

Clearly the more he spoke, the less he'd be able to convince Svetlana he wasn't Molokov. Because if she heard Molokov's voice and saw him, well, that would be proof enough for Svetlana because seeing was believing. Curses, while obviously they were powerful, wouldn't enter into her mind as a possibility that was happening to her because it wasn't logical, even if it could explain what she'd seen and experienced. Which really left Anatoly with just needed to kiss her to break the curse because he did believe in their love and the past year of reconnecting and working through their issues had proven that they had never truly lost their connection, that it was always there. And he was going to use it now to save her.

Or she could trip and fall on the train tracks.

Which was closely followed by the call of a train whistle.

Oh god, that was not a good sign. Like hell was Anatoly going to let Svetlana die by getting hit by a train now. So he did what was logical to him, which was save Svetlana's life. Moving forward while Svetlana scanned for something she could use to defend herself with, he quickly reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her up and off the train tracks, pulled her against him and moved them both away from the train tracks a little ways so neither of them would die.

"Svetochka, I know it is difficult, but right now you need to look at me with your heart, not your eyes." Which, well, was an incredibly Anatoly thing to say. Especially from before Molokov had ever entered their lives. At which point he attempted to kiss her.

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[info]thegirlisme
2013-03-18 05:56 am UTC (link)
Logic was what had kept Svetlana alive for this long. Logic and her ice persona. The refusal to connect to people and harden her heart. At least, that was how she had felt. Yes, Anatoly had given her more to her life, a reason, love, actual feelings and not the hollowness she had felt for so long. But when it came to things like emotional turmoil, to pain, logic and coldness were what kept her alive. The girls had given her purpose to not close off completely but without any of them... if she was to survive now...

There may have been signs towards the curse idea, of course. Maleficent. The green mist and the reason she had shut the door in the first place. But once she had seen the deaths. Had heard the gun shots and felt everything shatter within her, the very faint notion of what it might be was gone. There had been a scent of gun powder from the freshly fired gun. The ringing in her ears. If it were a curse, there would be something off, that didn't quite add up. And that wasn't the case. Not to the senses.

Given her determination to find something to defend herself with, as well as no real care to surviving or not now that she was at Molokov's mercy, Svetlana really didn't pay attention to the train whistle. Until she felt a hand grab her arm and pull her away from the tracks and into a body.

"Let go of me!"

She didn't hear the words, not this time. Her mind was going into a panic. Her body burned where she was being touched, where their bodies connected. She needed to get away from him. Hyperventilating, Svetlana struggled against Anatoly, thinking him Molokov. His words were completely lost on her. Any headway he might have made with being so completely Anatoly with nothing Molokov could have known about was lost as her mind went into fight or flight mode, so she was struggling to fight in order to flee.

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[info]haventwonatall
2013-03-27 04:24 am UTC (link)
As the moments ticked by, Anatoly cou;d tell things were deteriorating quickly. Not that he'd really expected anything else given Svetlana was cursed. Still, this was not a situation he'd had to deal with before. Well, there had been the time when he'd come back from the alternate world to find Svetlana closed off to an extreme because of what had happened when he hadn't been there. But this was different from that situation. While Svetlana was obviously putting up her walls and returning to her survival mode, the reason why she was doing that was because of Maleficent. Well, he hoped it was Maleficent and not something else the Seal decided to throw at them all while dealing with Maleficent.

So all right, in reading Svetlana he could tell she was very much in fight or flight mode. And it was also obvious to him that his words were not being heard, at least not on a conscious level. So he needed a new approach, and he needed to think of it extremely quickly. He couldn't let go of her, that would just result in very bad things happening. She could fling herself in front of the oncoming train. She could run into a street and get hit by a car. There was even a possibility she could take her own life if she believed him and the girls to be dead and Molokov to be there. After all, hadn't that been what he'd found her preparing to do when he'd returned home unexpectedly before they were to be married? When Katya had made her think he was dead? He wasn't about to lose her then, and he sure as hell wasn't going to lose her now.

So where words failed, he needed to speak with actions. Svetlana put more stock in actions than words anyway, though he was fairly certain in the current state of mind she was in, that wouldn't fully register until he could break the curse. But he needed an action that was so very them, something that might hopefully touch her enough to keep her from fleeing completely and allow him to kiss her without getting punched in the face or kneed in the groin. He had an idea of the reaction her body was having giving she thought he was Molokov, but he had gentleness to him that Molokov didn't.

Decision made, he eased his grip on her slightly. It was just enough where he wasn't having a vice-like grip on her, but she couldn't easily slip from grasp either. Knowing he probably couldn't yet get a kiss in, he was going for something that might let him kiss her. Moving one hand to the back of her neck, he started rubbing it soothingly. It was perhaps low of him to go directly for Svetlana's weak spot, but he knew it was the best chance he had of getting her to calm down even the smallest fraction. It was also a move that Molokov wouldn't know how to use. Which was the most important thing currently.

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[info]thegirlisme
2013-03-27 04:51 am UTC (link)
Svetlana really did hate how much Anatoly had made her need him. They both knew that she lived in extremes, and she had yelled at him for what he had done to her after Katya had decided to trick her. Oh, she knew that the whole point was to push Svetlana to that point, but given how Erik had tried to protect her, given how Dmitri tried to pull her from it, the extremes were the only thing that made sense and even now, with it seeming there was nothing left for her because her family was supposedly dead, well, it was a very real concern. Though the chances of Svetlana blaming Anatoly for it again were pretty high.

Years of being together had given them both the ammunition to know how to reach the other no matter the circumstance. The ability to see what no one else could as they were both guarded, Svetlana more so. Especially now that she was in survival and ice mode. It was the only way to get through this. The pain. She'd had Anatoly and Erik when Dmitri died, Mikhail and the girls when Erik died, no one when the girls died but it had been reversed, and now, well, her entire family was gone. She had Helena but her family, they were the ones who kept her alive. And with Molokov trying to claim her once again...

Feeling the grip ease up, Svetlana had been about to try and find a way to get out, but that was quickly side railed. The motion against the back of her neck caused Svetlana to go rigid. Partially because the sensation of being touched by the bastard causing the skin to burn but also because Anatoly had known what to do to get through to her when nothing else would work. No one knew what calmed her down better than Anatoly. Which meant that her mind was going into overdrive, trying to make the two things make sense. What she saw and felt, to the fact that Molokov wouldn't know how to calm her down.

The battle within her mind was causing Svetlana to hyperventilate, trying to make sense of what was happening, shaking. But she didn't move, just closed her eyes tightly, trying to focus. She needed to focus. To think. To make sense of what was happening. It was dangerous, especially since she was still convinced Molokov had a hold on her but he was acting so much like Anatoly that her mind could not comprehend what was happening. She couldn't find an answer that made any form of sense and she really really needed one before she completely broke. Before she just collapsed from stress and confusion and thus left herself completely at Molokov's mercy.

Which meant she was murmuring different chess moves to herself, trying to visualize a chess board through the haze, trying to move the pieces in a way that made sense. If she could make sense of it that way, she'd figure it out. She had to.

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[info]haventwonatall
2013-04-03 09:39 am UTC (link)
No matter what, Anatoly could always find a way to get through to Svetlana, to find a way to reach through the ice and need for self-preservation. It had been a skill that had taken him a while to learn and longer to master, but now it came to him as easily as breathing. He knew Svetlana so well that he had multiple ways of reaching her, of pulling her back from the brink. And that was certainly something that came in use here. Where he could normally find words that would get through to Svetlana, now had proved to be a situation where he needed to use action to accomplish his goal. He wasn't about to lose Svetlana, not after everything they had gone through in their lives.

There had been the various trials back in Moscow presented by Katya, his parents, their diverse backgrounds. But despite all the odds and everything and everyone that stood against them, they had still found their way to each other, still found love. Then had come Molokov, perhaps those five years were their true test, the test to see whether they could survive despite anything. Anatoly had changed much during those five years, had become someone he had never dreamed he would be, but despite the machine that Molokov had fashioned him into, he had once again found his heart, found his way back to Svetlana because she completed him. She was his heart and soul, and she was his true love.

Even in this world they had suffered much, and not just in their trying to work through five years of his betrayal, abandonment and pain he had caused Svetlana and their daughters. There had been other obstacles they had gone through, dealt with supernatural things they had never even fathomed they would have to deal with. Lucifer, demons, magic. And now with the latest villain doing her part to hurt people, Anatoly wasn't about to let some simple spell tear Svetlana away from him. He'd be damned if the witch would succeed where everyone else had failed. Anatoly was going to prove the witch wrong, prove that no matter what he would always save Svetlana.

Once Svetlana had stopped struggling and was obviously trying to get her mind to comprehend what was happening, Anatoly took the opening. With her eyes closed, she wasn't watching him, wasn't seeing what he was doing, couldn't see it until it would be too late for her to push him away. So with the opportunity seized, he leaned in and kissed her.

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[info]thegirlisme
2013-04-03 06:29 pm UTC (link)
It was always one trial after another. Svetlana had thought they were over once they had been married. All the attempts to keep them apart had failed and they had pulled through all the stronger. But then Molokov had shown up, and it was so much worse. Because Anatoly had gone against every promise, both spoken and unspoken, he had made her about being different. That she didn't need to guard herself around him. Then she did and she had been at a loss. She didn't know if they would find their way back to one another in Moscow. She hoped they would, but that mostly was on Anatoly there as well. Given they would be back in their own time, with chess readily available to him on the competition level, well, it was hard to say.

Not that it mattered here. Because he was dead. Their daughters were dead. And Molokov thought he could force himself on her just as he had before. Despite acting like Anatoly and employing methods only her husband knew to calm her down. Really, was it any surprise that her mind just shut down as she tried to make sense of everything? Because no one, not even her brothers, knew that worked. It had been found one day at random.

As she felt herself being kissed, Svetlana felt her muscles go even more rigid, which really probably wasn't all that healthy given her already tensed state. But even then, the haze in her mind began to dissipate. The images she had seen swirling around in her mind. The bodies, the movements. Fading from Molokov to Fayina, to Anatoly. It was... more than slightly unnerving during the transitional phase but as it settled, Svetlana just pulled away enough to quirk a brow at her husband, still out of sorts because of the curse and coming to her senses. The full ramifications had yet to hit and she was able to focus, at least in that moment, solely on what had transpired at the train tracks.

"Look with my heart and not my eyes? Have I mentioned lately that you're really strange?"

Her voice was drained and there was no judgment, just a very Svetlana type comment. It wouldn't be the first time she had called him strange for trying to break through her barriers, for saying she was his best friend and that it was really stupid of him to be because she didn't do the opening up thing. Though... it had also happened at a train track. The first time Svetlana truly began to open up to Anatoly. It had been subconscious. But that had been the turning point in Moscow even after months of friendship. So it was fitting in a way that Anatoly pulling Svetlana from the haze in her mind from the curse also happened at a train track.

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[info]haventwonatall
2013-04-04 01:13 am UTC (link)
Svetlana hadn't been the only one who had wished for the trials to stop. Hadn't they proved themselves enough? But perhaps trials would always come. Of course the ones they faced in this world were not always of human creation, which was a different set of issues altogether. Even after being in the place for over a year, there were still days where Anatoly found it difficult to believe what happened in this place. Despite the fact that he was the dreamer, it was sometimes still slightly daunting to accept how things happened here. Magic, people coming and going at the whim of the Seal. New and unforeseen challenges they needed to face.

But one thing remained true through it all. Anatoly was not going to lose Svetlana. Not when he'd finally shaken off the prideful robot he'd been conditioned into becoming and was more the man he'd once been. Of course, he could never completely be that man again, pride was rather a difficult thing to get rid of completely. But he was doing his best in filtering it, in helping the injured and the sick with his medical skills. That was the safer path for him to take, and Svetlana, Fayina and Jelena kept him grounded. There were times where he wouldn't precisely see himself as the knight like he once had, but here, he was the knight, saving Svetlana from a curse.

Oh before his kiss broke the curse, he knew it would take time for Svetlana to get through the effects of what she had seen while cursed. He all ready knew even knowing it wasn't real, she would be more closed off, possibly second-guessing what was even real. He was prepared for that, and would be there to help her in any way he could. So when it was obvious the curse had lifted and Svetlana was seeing him again and not Molokov, a little relieved smile curved his lips.

"I know I'm strange, I can't help it." He gently rest his forehead against Svetlana's, his hand still rubbing the back of her neck to help calm her. She was clearly still in a state of shock and confusion over what had happened, but he knew his presence alone was calming to her, something she could hold onto when she needed it, and he was giving her that.

And it was rather poetic that he had once again saved her on train tracks. Though this time it was saving her from a curse instead of saving her from herself and an oncoming train. Clearly this was to be their thing, but he accepted that, much as he'd accepted countless other aspects of their lives in such regard.

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[info]thegirlisme
2013-04-04 05:43 am UTC (link)
It would be naive to think that trials would never happen. They were apart of life and Svetlana was too logical to ignore that fact. But was it really so much to ask for that they get a reprieve? Well, no, they had gotten a reprieve, instead just being affected by things by proxy because of their connections with others. Connections Svetlana questioned because they led to stress and pain. Especially given she was in survival mode and had been closed off for months even as she had started to open up once again in small intervals.

And just as she knew that there would be trials, she well knew they could never go back to the way they had been before. But in a way, that was okay. They both had changed in those five years yet despite it, they had still found one another, still completed the other. The changes would last, but with actual working and acknowledgement, they had found that they wouldn't be separated. Not when they were in their own minds and not under the thumb and influence of those who would drive them apart. They would just need to hold to that when other attempts could try to break them apart.

He was right though, that the spell being broken wouldn't end things. Because of it, because of how she was, coming to terms would be difficult. The questioning. And when there was questioning, there would be closing off as she came to terms and an understanding. She needed to focus on each thing as it came. As well as she handled things thrown at her from all directions, when it came to her own things, those had to be dealt with in a certain manner. So she just let herself slowly calm down in the presence of Anatoly. Who was.. alive. Right? This wasn't a hallucination? She hadn't... no. She was alive. Anatoly was alive. The girls...

The girls.

And just like that, she pulled away from her husband, eyes wide.

"Fayina and Jelena..."

Horror. She felt horror. And sick. She had failed the girls. This time in being cursed. In not recognizing them for being alive. For leaving them. It was enough to make her feel faint and sway, even as she remained conscious. She thought she had failed them by them 'dying', but she still had failed them even in this.

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[info]haventwonatall
2013-04-08 02:05 am UTC (link)
Anatoly was glad that they had gotten a reprieve from things directly affecting them. Of course, the things they'd been affected by due to their connections to others had still been difficult. Still, they had at least managed to rebuild their relationship and be okay with each other again and able to just enjoy that before this had happened. And really, the fact that Anatoly had come after Svetlana and saved her from this curse was telling in and of itself. He always did come at the time he was needed most. That is, aside from those five years he was under Molokov's thumb, but before that and in the time here, he always came when he was needed.

They still knew each other so very well and could still pull the other back from the brink when needed. As much as Anatoly wanted to go after Maleficent and help take her down for this, he was no warrior, and would leave the fighting to those that knew what they were doing. No, the battle he now needed to fight was to help Svetlana work through the effects the curse had had on her. And he knew this was not something he could force her through. Though he would ensure that she didn't run away from it and didn't continuously avoid it. But beyond that, forcing the issue would no doubt do more harm than good. When Svetlana would be confronted with the effects, he would take it in stride, helping her handle it as best as he could.

When Svetlana pulled away from him, he took in her body language as best as he could before he heard her words.

"They are safe in the complex. Fayina made a post about what had happened. Dick is with them." As much as he knew Svetlana was having a bit of a difficult time realizing that the girls hadn't actually been dead and she'd walked out on them, he hoped that the fact Dick had gone to stay with them would give her some sort comfort.

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[info]thegirlisme
2013-04-08 04:07 am UTC (link)
It still took Svetlana by surprise that Anatoly had once again started showing up when she needed him. The past five years would always be there, of him being gone when she needed him, not caring. The routines had started only a couple months after being around one another more regularly again. So maybe it shouldn't be that surprising. Even if things could have been made more complicated from falling into the routines so easily. A dangerous dance that Svetlana had fought against, the constant curve balls thrown at them had helped in the fighting and running from the familiar. But it did mean something that he still managed to show up when she needed him the most.

But Anatoly trying to fight Maleficent never would have worked well. No. He had a place in the medbay. He could help there. Much better than if he got himself actually killed because he was trying to fight in a way that wasn't his own. And that would take precedence over Svetlana dealing with what had happened. She could put her own issues to the side to focus on the bigger picture. It was what she always managed to do.

Though hearing Fayina had made a post and that her weakness and failure of her daughters was made known to the displaced? That really didn't sit well with her. She was at least relieved that Dick was with them, but that didn't mean that she was okay with people knowing she'd been cursed. And sure, it could have happened to anyone, but she had still failed her daughters and that would never be okay with her. Instead she just nodded, the ice facade quickly taking place so she could deal with that.

"Fine. You should get back to the medbay, if she has upped her game this much, there will be more emergencies you'll be needed for."

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[info]haventwonatall
2013-04-13 10:21 am UTC (link)
It was all still rather part of their dance. There were steps forward, steps backward, steps sideways. This would be steps backward because he knew how Svetlana got when confronted with these situations. He knew the emotional repercussions would be extensive and dealing with them would need to happen over a period of time to come. But the fact was that Anatoly was going to be right there with Svetlana, to help ensure she dealt with what happened instead of locking it all away and inevitably making it all the more difficult later on down the road. This time, she couldn't put it aside for the bigger picture because there was really no bigger picture for them to deal with.

There was obviously Anatoly doing his job to tend to the injured he knew would come. But that was different than Svetlana setting aside her personal issues to focus on something else and forget about herself. And clearly he knew telling Svetlana about Fayina's post would make it worse, but he knew she'd find out sooner or later, whether it was from one of their daughters or by simply looking at the boards on the computer. It was probably better that he'd told her that now so she could prepare herself to manage it.

Thus the ice facade didn't go unnoticed by him. And he did take a moment to read her, looking for the small details that would tell him how concerned he should be. It wasn't always a good thing for Svetlana to take on such a facade, but he knew there were times when it was necessary, where he needed to let her process things in her own way. And for the moment, he would let her do just that. It wouldn't do either of them any good for him to push her on the topic here out in the city, nor would it do any good to argue against doing his job. No, he knew he had to get back to the medbay to help with any injured people that came in as a result of the curse or for those who were going after Maleficent.

"It does seem as though that will be the case sooner rather than later." So it would be back to the complex. And when he wasn't dealing with helping the injured, he would be watching Svetlana and ensuring she was moving forward in dealing with things and not simply letting them fester within her.

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[info]thegirlisme
2013-04-13 05:25 pm UTC (link)
She knew why Anatoly took that moment to observe her, to read her. She knew that it was because he knew how she got and he needed to see which route was best to take in whatever he thought it was he needed to do. So Svetlana merely quirked a brow, wrapping her arms around herself as the chill and rain began to seep into her bones now that she wasn't completely lost in the haze of conviction that her entire family was dead. He at least seemed to realize that she was fine. Or not pushing things any way. Because that required energy Svetlana didn't have because the roller coaster of emotions she had gone through in just that day had drained her.

"So let's go back then."

Because that was the obvious answer. Get back to the complex, warm up, dry off and go to the medbay to prepare for the oncoming crisis that was hitting with the curse. Already people were being physically harmed by curses and they couldn't sit around for her to just vanish, when she finally was defeated, there would be more injuries to contend with as well as people who were cursed before this needing attention to make sure there were no long lasting effects.

Standing for a moment, Svetlana shook her head and started back to the complex. Anatoly would follow and even if she walked fast, he'd manage to match her given the height difference between them. Longer legs, etc. But she wanted to get to the complex, apologize to the girls and as she knew Anatoly would fret if she got sick, make sure to warm up, tea, all of that. But there were things to get done and that meant she had to focus. She just hoped the cold would leave her once she was showered and in dry clothes and it wasn't the cold that seeped within her when her stress levels rose too high, when she stopped feeling and became numb inside again.

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[info]haventwonatall
2013-04-15 08:29 am UTC (link)
As much as he may have wanted to press the issue, Anatoly knew now was not the time to do it. For one, they weren't in the confines of their apartment. For another, they were in the middle of a crisis, one in which injuries would be flooding the medbay with before all was said and done. Even if he tried to focus on her, Svetlana would remind him that he was needed in the medbay. There was also the fact he could tell Svetlana was all ready spent by the rollercoaster of emotions she had from the day's events she had just gone through. So for now, he would leave it be what it was, and when the crisis passed and there were no more patients to tend to, he would then focus on Svetlana and helping her work through everything.

Anatoly simply nodded in response to Svetlana's statement. He had also noticed the shiver that went through Svetlana, so when he stood and followed after Svetlana, he slipped his coat off and set it around Svetlana's shoulders. The last thing any of them needed was her getting sick. Svetlana had been out in this weather longer than he had, so he had no qualms giving her that bit of warmth. He knew he could easily catch cold as well, but he was more concerned about Svetlana given the length of time she'd been out here before he had come searching for her.

Once they returned to the complex, he'd be warm again. There were all ready people in the medbay with injuries suffered, and he needed to ensure that when more came in, the medbay staff was in order. At least now the medbay seemed to be in order, the staff working together easily now. It did make handling these crisis situations that much easier. And he would be relieved when this finally passed and things would grow calm again. He was extremely grateful for the calm periods between the crisis situations. It allowed enough time to recover before needing to handle the next round.

Anatoly only hoped that he could help Svetlana recover from this before the next round hit. And he was seriously hoping that whatever happened next would not set them back either.

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