Worry (Peter, Svetlana, Aly?)

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

It was possibly too much for the human brain to fathom how many showers Peter took after being in that place below the Thames. But it was a lot. A lot of showers. Showery goodness, washing away the eeeuuuggghhhhhhh. Finally, regrettably, Peter stepped out from under the stream of water and he toweled himself off. He needed to post and explain to people what had happened. Needed to let them know. But once he'd dressed and stepped into the bedroom, he saw his wife on the bed holding Svetlana...and his plans changed. "Hey..." He said softly, crossing to them. His daughter, Rasputina, was in Svetlana's arms and he kissed the infant's head as he knelt in front of them. "Svetlana. I'm glad to see you, Sweetheart. Do you...need to talk?" The events of the day had unnerved her, and Peter didn't really want Svetlana unnerved. He could love her the way she was now. But he never forgot who she had been...

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[demon-svetlana.livejournal.com]

"So much blood," Svetlana murmured. She was curled up in Aly's lap, her head by the now very large baby bulge. She liked the baby bulge. There was baby in it. With one hand, she stroked Rasputina's hair. "I've never seen so much blood. It was all on the telly. Tiny little people. Lots of blood. Kids went swimming in it and got washed all away..." She looked up at Peter with big, moist eyes. "No fishies."

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

"No, Honey. No fishes..." Peter reached up and he stroked Svetlana's hair. He didn't have the heart to tell her about the dead fish... Blood wasn't good for fish... "I know there was a lot of blood. Those bastard Templar did it to scare people."

[demon-svetlana.livejournal.com]

"Not everyone's scared though," Svetlana said, curling herself smaller even as she shifted closer to Peter. "Some of them are just dead. They don't get to be scared of the Templar. Oops." The movement of her fingers in Rasputina's hair became slower, and she looked up at Peter. "Are you scared?"

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Peter considered that and then he nodded. "I am. It scares me the lengths these people will go to to achieve what they want. It's disgusting. But...I won't let them get the better of me. I refuse to."

[demon-svetlana.livejournal.com]

Svetlana liked that. The idea that Peter would stand against them, no matter what. She knew what Peter could do when he had to. Still, she had something she had to ask.

"Peter?" Svetlana said, her finger tracing small circles on his trouser leg. "Do you think... are you more scared of them than you were of me? When I was bad?" Svetlana wasn't sure herself what she wanted the answer to be. If the answer was no, then she was truly a terrible thing. Even worse than this, and she didn't want to have been that. But if he said yes... then that meant she had to be scared, too.

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Peter chewed on his lip while he thought of how to answer that and Aly looked like she rather wished she were anywhere else. Because that was quite the question.

"It was...different. Different with you, Svetlana. Because you did terrible things. But not in the same way. You were hurting, so you hurt. These people...they are not hurting. They are greedy and they can't see it. All they want is power. All you wanted, Svetlana, was love. And if I had taken five fucking seconds to think about it, I couldn't have saved us both an awful lot of bother..." But then there wouldn't be a Rasputina. And he loved her.

[demon-svetlana.livejournal.com]

Svetlana gave a wry smile. "Yeah, that was a lot of bother." The smile didn't last long, as she thought about what she'd done. Locking Peter up, torturing Anna and Lydia. Attempting to rip Peter's heart out had been a particularly good one, as had leaving the jar of eyeballs on the windowsill when he was locked in the mental institution...

"I got my love," she said softly. "And I love you. But you don't think they'll get their power? Because you wanted to give me love, and you don't want to give them power?"

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Peter tucked Svetlana's hair behind her ear. "I don't want to give them anything." Well, he sort of wanted to give them pain, but that was entirely beside the point and he knew he could control his temper when he dealt with them. Mostly. "You are not a bad person, Svetlana. You're a gorgeous person. They're not. They don't love anything. Except their crooked church. They couldn't hurt people the way they do if they did. The things they did to you, to me. To Thomas and Scarlett and Nancy...to Tasha and...Robert. And they think they're right. They don't deserve power and I am going to see to it that they don't get it. They won't win. I'm going to live forever, and dammit, that's how long I'll be in their fucking way."

[demon-svetlana.livejournal.com]

Svetlana looked up at Peter, and then she sat up. She reached out for the man's hands, and took them firmly in hers. "Me too," she said. "Living forever. Against them forever. With you." She smiled, warm and genuine. This was a purpose, something she could do. She could do it by Peter's side, and they would have their little girl through it all, too. In that moment, it was everything she could have wanted.

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Peter glanced at Aly, but thankfully she didn't look upset in the least that she wouldn't be there beside them for the rest of eternity. She knew it wasn't a gift. Aly was a wise woman. She gave him a little smile and he returned it before turning back to Svetlana. "Then I am very lucky." He said, leaning in to kiss Svetlana's cheek. And then he kissed Rasputina's head again too because babies.

[demon-svetlana.livejournal.com]

Svetlana grinned, and gave a silly little laugh. "We all are. Aren't we, baby girl?" She lifted Rasputina into her arms, and bounced her with the ease and love of an expert mother. She looked to Peter for a moment, her eyes filled with the love of a mother for her child's father, but completely platonic for that. She felt that her fears had been assuaged, and some future assured. It didn't matter that there was a river of blood. They could still stand and fight. And that was the important thing.