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

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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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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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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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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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