dahlia palmer (blindingly) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-01-25 23:38:00 |
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Dahlia hadn't planned on stopping by Vic's on this particular morning, but she was postponing the day with her parents for as long as she could. Don't get her wrong -- she loved her parents. They were good, honest people who would have literally thrown themselves under a bus for their daughter if she needed it, but they could also be obnoxiously overbearing. She tried to give them the benefit of the doubt. Their only daughter was now blind and vulnerable to the big, mean world around her, but there was only so much coddling and begging that Dahlia could take. They begged her to come move in with them, they begged her to let someone move in and take care of her, they begged her to be sure and take care of herself, and the list just went on and on. Her mother was the worst; her father just sort of agreed with everything she said, but he didn't push Dahlia quite like her mother.
She tried not to think about all the preening and coddling she would receive later on in the day and took a long, appreciative sip of her coffee. Against her better judgment, she agreed to spend the night with her parents, since it was Christmas Eve. It would make them happy, though, and as much as they tended to annoy Dahlia, she did love them dearly, and she wanted to make them happy. Especially for the holidays.
T'is the season, she thought, idly tapping her red nails (courtesy of Jenny) against the tabletop. At her feet, Lucy stirred and shifted positions, a gentle reminder that they'd been sitting still for a little too long for Lucy's tastes. She was a good dog; they could have sat there all day without so much as a whine, but Lucy much preferred it when she was able to walk at Dahlia's side rather than lie at her feet. "C'mon, girl," Dahlia said. "Let's go." Lucy didn't hesitate to stand on all fours beside the table to wait as her owner gathered her purse and stood to her own feet, coffee cup still in hand.
Perhaps it was the fact that Dahlia had thoughts of her parents on her mind, or perhaps it was just because she wasn't paying attention, but when Lucy tried to guide her around the catch in the upcoming rug, Dahlia didn't seem to notice. The front of her flat caught on the rug, sending the rest of her body lurching forward.
Onto another person.
"Shit!" Coffee was everywhere, more so on the stranger, and Dahlia scrambled to regain balance. Had it not been for the stranger, she would have been face first on the floor. As it was, the impact kept Dahlia on her feet. Unfortunately, the stranger in question had been an unwilling participant in the entire thing, and now they were covered in hot coffee. She was just thankful it had time to cool off enough to where it was no longer scalding. "God, I'm so sorry," she apologized rather frantically, her sightless eyes moving back and forth as they tried (in vain) to focus. Dahlia hadn't remembered to put on her glasses before standing up, so there was no mistaking the fact that she was blind.
Already, her cheeks were a furious shade of red. There was no telling how many people were staring at the spectacle she made of herself and the poor, unsuspecting stranger.