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

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.