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Anatoly had thought it had been terrible enough when Lex had left him before but it was absolutely nothing compared to what he was feeling now. At least before, Lex had done it because he had believed it was the best way he could protect him. Now, thanks to the island's inveterate sense of cruelty, Lex did not remember him or the life they had built together and so he had hurried away as soon as he could. As far as Anatoly was concerned in his eyes, he was just another one night stand.

There was the possibility that this amnesia was only temporary and Lex would soon have his memories back but Anatoly did not want to spend his days hoping for something that might never happen. The best thing to do was to go on, as he had done so many times before and feel grateful that he did not have to do this alone. He had adopted children, he had dear friends who he loved and trusted and they would all be willing to help and support him if he asked. It was more than he ever had in Moscow, he had to keep reminding himself. All things considered, he was lucky.

Even so, going about his day was an effort and he found that keeping in constant motion was the best thing he could for his state of mind. This generally meant a lot of walking all around the island. Today, he found himself along the path to Sookie's hut. Hoping that she would be in, he knocked on her door and waited.

Date: 2012-07-07 11:33 pm (UTC)
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Truth be told, Sookie probably wasn't paying nearly enough attention to the other people in her life. Not as much as she would have liked to in a given month, at least, especially one filled with as much turmoil as July was turning out to be. But with all the time she spent trying to answer questions that probably weren't answerable in the first place, and as much time as she spent supervising Mitchell under the assumption that she'd stumble across said answers sooner or later, the rest of her social life had taken a nosedive.

In August, she supposed she'd probably go around apologizing for that.

But in the meantime, she found occasional pockets of time to spend around her hut, much needed hours to nap or just to sit and read, some time taken for herself to help rejuvenate herself for the next day. When she heard a knock at her door, she considered ignoring it for all of half a second before she pushed off of her chair and crossed the common room to open the door, eyes widening.

"Toly!" she exclaimed, smiling brightly for a second before the look faded. "Oh no. Who was it?"

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Anatoly Valeriovich Sergievsky

The Grandmaster

Who needs a dream?
Who needs ambition?
Who'd be the fool
In my position?
Once I had dreams
Now they're obsessions
Hopes became needs
Lovers possessions

-- Where I Want To Be (Chess)

The Crazy Wheel

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