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asgardmeridiem2012-09-03 02:21 am
marrying) wrote in asgardmeridiem2012-09-03 02:21 am
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Who: Daphne Allen [marrying] and Castiel [ofthursday
What: Daphne is blind and Castiel is her seeing eye angel. But only so much can entertain you when you're still getting used to the world around you -- and she has a lot of questions.
When: Night 138.
Where: House Team Free Will.
Rating: PG for schmoop.
Being blind was absolutely terrible.
She had tried to get along by herself four times today, in an attempt to make her way around the house in order to get to know the layout without her eyes. For the most part, she was pretty successful in picking out what rooms were what. She had even managed to get a bottle of water out of the refrigerator by herself. But her tiny victories were marred by her ineptitude, in that she had nearly killed herself getting out of the shower and accidentally burned herself on a stove that was apparently still hot (and the fact that she thought it was a table to balance herself on didn't help matters). As a result, the normally passive optimist was quickly growing frustrated and decided to sulk in her bed for awhile until Castiel returned home from where he had gone.
Once he had come home, though, her mood lifted significantly -- and after the mandatory lecture of trying to get along by herself and the retorted lecture of damage draining her injuries (which she insisted that he had healed), she was laying on their bed with her head resting against his legs, her fingers curled into his shirt to keep herself anchored. It must have been at least midnight, but she felt awake, her useless eyes staring up at the ceiling blankly before she spoke quietly.
"I'm sorry this is such a hindrance."
marrying] and Castiel [ofthursdayWhat: Daphne is blind and Castiel is her seeing eye angel. But only so much can entertain you when you're still getting used to the world around you -- and she has a lot of questions.
When: Night 138.
Where: House Team Free Will.
Rating: PG for schmoop.
Being blind was absolutely terrible.
She had tried to get along by herself four times today, in an attempt to make her way around the house in order to get to know the layout without her eyes. For the most part, she was pretty successful in picking out what rooms were what. She had even managed to get a bottle of water out of the refrigerator by herself. But her tiny victories were marred by her ineptitude, in that she had nearly killed herself getting out of the shower and accidentally burned herself on a stove that was apparently still hot (and the fact that she thought it was a table to balance herself on didn't help matters). As a result, the normally passive optimist was quickly growing frustrated and decided to sulk in her bed for awhile until Castiel returned home from where he had gone.
Once he had come home, though, her mood lifted significantly -- and after the mandatory lecture of trying to get along by herself and the retorted lecture of damage draining her injuries (which she insisted that he had healed), she was laying on their bed with her head resting against his legs, her fingers curled into his shirt to keep herself anchored. It must have been at least midnight, but she felt awake, her useless eyes staring up at the ceiling blankly before she spoke quietly.
"I'm sorry this is such a hindrance."
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"It will be alright." Castiel wasn't sure why he said it, but he felt the need to reassure her; he raised his hands to gently hold her close. "I'm sorry."
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She sank into his arms slightly, letting out a long shuddering breath as she rested her cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"I'll be okay. So will you."
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