Viktoria Belikova (youngestsister) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-05-26 22:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | dimitri belikov, viktoria belikova |
Who: Dimitri and Viktoria
What: Little sister is in over her head
When: now
Where: in Dimitri's cell and then idk.
Warnings: Angst and Belikov/a tempers?
Viktoria was nervous about seeking out her brother to bring him up to speed on her current condition. Now that Azazeal had sought her out and informed her she was indeed pregnant, there was no denying she had to deal with things. Things began with her elder brother. She was dreading seeing his disappointment at her carelessness. It wasn't like she expected him to be furious. That was not Dimka's way, but she had not intended to walk the path of their sisters, mother and grandmother, yet here she was.
Nineteen and pregnant.
All her plans were beginning to unravel in front of her. She had lost her temper with Azazeal, and was still stunned by his own words and actions. The threats he mentioned were weighing on her mind, but she was not at the place where she believed she had to leave her life behind to go back into a cage. Of course it would not be the way she had been before, not in the village and certainly not like when she was held captive, but Viktoria was particular about her freedom now. She had worked hard to become Guardian, and to see it falling away because of carelessness was hard to swallow.
It was not that she wanted the baby to go away. Viktoria would love and protect her child with her life, but this was not the time frame she had planned on having children. It was so much so soon. She had barely begun to grieve Buffy's loss, and now she had to prepare for arrival of a baby. And with the controlling nature of the baby's father.
She walked slowly down the corridors of the prison with her head slightly down not to draw attention to herself. As she got closer to her brother's cell, she felt her stomach twist in knots. She was tempted to turn around and go find Roza. Confess to her and hope she would tell Dimka for her, but she knew if she did that then she would definitely disappoint him. No, she was old enough to get into this situation, she was old enough to deal with it herself.
Viktoria paused in the doorway and watched him read for a moment before clearing her throat. He knew her well, and one look at her would make him aware she was troubled. How many times had she sought him out when she was in trouble as child? This was not a broken lamp or a fight in the neighborhood. No, this was something entirely more serious.
Life changing.
She greeted him in their native language, her voice quiet as she spoke, "Dimka, may we talk please?" Shifting slightly on her feet, she tugged lightly at the hem of her shirt. "In private, please."