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]

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.