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Post by delma on Jul 18, 2011 22:58:49 GMT
 She did love to be out of the house. She simply refused to get herself her own guide dog, as Lorelai had found, only because two canines in a flat for a couple blind women was only asking for trouble, in her opinion. Delma was already in a constant battle with Troy as it was. That dog seemed to be laying in her way at every given opportunity. Of course, he was a fantastic creature and usually moved out of the way. But the times that he slept and was caught off guard were the times that Delma ran into him. And of course she cursed up a storm, shouting profanities and wondering aloud why the dog would lie where it did; even if the place that he was asleep was a perfectly reasonable place to be. Delma pretended that she nearly loathed the creature. But there were times when her hardened façade would melt away. Times like her and Lorelai's movie nights when Troy would jump onto the couch to lay with them, his head propped on Delma's lap. The mermaid never told her roommate but it was times like those that she would reach down and pet the animal, taking care to scratch lightly behind his ears.
And so, when Lorelai felt like getting out of the house, Troy in hand, Delma often times jumped at the opportunity. This morning, she suggested that the two of them go to the park and have something much like a picnic. Lorelai had agreed, whether wholeheartedly or reluctantly Delma didn't care. She was getting out of this tiny apartment, into the open air. Walking there was, as it always was, a bit of a trial. They were linked arm in arm, Troy leading the way, and they did they best to remember the path to their destination, stopping to ask passerby if they were on the right track. Luckily enough, they managed to get there before noon when the sun reached its highest point in the sky. Walking for another minute or so, they found shade under a tree and laid down a blanket, setting the haphazardly packed basket of food down between them. Delma grabbed Troy's leash and tied it around the tree trunk, leaving the dog little room to move about. This did not matter to the canine, as it was: he was trained to stay around his owner for the most part and with a large yawn, he sat on his haunches and watched the rest of the park with solemn eyes.
Delma didn't bother opening up their basket, not yet. Instead, she laid down on the blanket that they brought, facing the sky, reveling in the feeling of the warmth of the sun when it peaked through the tree branches. She wondered how awful everything must be for Lorelai. Lorelai, who knew the sun and the trees. Who knew the grass, the water, the sky. And it was all taken away from her in one moment. Delma herself was given the luxury of never having had sight in the first place. She had lost nothing. Missed nothing. It simply always was and always would be. Closing her eyes against the slight breeze, Delma laid her hands behind her head. "Lori bird?" she inquired finally. It was an endearment that she'd given the girl years ago, simply because she found her voice breathtaking. It complimented Delma's deeper, richer tones so beautifully. Light and airy. Like a bird trill. "Is the sun as beautiful as it feels? And for that matter, does a sun burn look as wretched as it seems it is? Strange inquiries, I realize, but I can't help but wonder if my sense of perception is all that off or not."
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Post by lorelai on Jul 18, 2011 23:43:27 GMT
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are It was becoming a nuisance for the pair of the girls, who of course happened to be blind each. Hers, temporary if she worked at it, Delma's, since birth. Maybe it was one of the reasons why they bonded so easily, besides both being mermaids, which was a major reason why she was getting a swimming pool in her backyard for the two of them. Courtesy of her adopted mother, Bonnie. It wasn't a massive one, but it was an above-ground pool with a surrounding deck around it for the two of them. She enjoyed the thought, now her next thing was to teach Troy to stay in her room, where his original dog-bed had been placed. Once in awhile she often heard Troy whimper when Delma stumbled over him, she felt bad for both of them, especially Delma, as Troy was always good about staying out of their way, having also been trained to do that. Stroking the dog behind his ears gently, her plain blue skirt and white tank-top simply rested on her. Nothing horribly fancy for the pair. She preferred to know she matched, as with Delma too. Their fingers brushed each other's once in awhile while they walked, in a way to communicate with the other one that they were still there if they didn't happen to be talking. Troy, the good dog he was, had just recently picked up on stopping with the cross walks, so every time that happened, when he barked once, Lori would stop, and Delma would soon follow. It was a system that seemed to be working.
Their arms linked together, like most of the times they had it as the duo would walk together, her eyes shifted lazily behind the sunglasses she had perched on her nose, mainly because even though she couldn't see anything, her eyes...could sense the sun in a way, always had, and plus...she'd prefer for people to see her eyes, so alert like Bonnie said hers tended to be, yet see nothing of the beautiful world, beautiful Manuka she now got to call her home. It was Delma she was afraid of scaring off, especially since when they had first met, Lorelai worried she might wake up her roomie in the middle of the night, since their senses tended to be better than most people's, due to lacking one of their senses. She still had nightmares. Nightmares that plagued her. Chibuzo, the man who "claimed" her, and the violence. Her sister and her parents. Her eyes closed for a moment, like it mattered whether or not her eyes were closed. Psh. Her thoughts drifted to the present as they arrived at the park, based on the smells, sounds and she could feel the change of concrete to grass beneath her flats. Troy lied down nearby, and Lorelai plopped down between Troy and Delma, running some fingers through her hair when she heard Delma's words. A pained expression filtered over her features, but like she cared, neither one of them did really. After all, they only saw darkness, Delma, all her life, her, since she was younger.
Smiling softly at the nickname, Lori shifted and supported her torso on her elbows as she glanced towards Delma's voice, and scowled slightly. The sun? God how she missed it. Hesitating, the brunette spoke, brushing back some hair behind her ear, "Delphi," she called her, like the city in Greece, a little nickname she'd given her wonderful friend. Her fingers lazily brushed against the other girl's, "No, not as strange as some things I've seen." she reassured gently, giving the girl's hand a light squeeze as she then drew away and relaxed on the blanket, before sitting up and curling her arms around her knees, hair falling about her arms as she did so, "Yes, the sun is the brightest thing ever...and so...just bright, almost obnoxiously sometimes." her mind drifted back to Freetown, to Sierra Leone, where she had everything and lost it. She laughed gently about the sun burn, "They hurt worse than they look. It's the peeling part that's odd." she playfully poked Delma's arm from where she had heard and felt the movements, "It's...the sun is as beautiful as it feels, you're right." she sighed gently, "From what I've seen, you're very good at figuring things out, Delly." she complimented her friend, "Remember the first day we met?" she teased, flashing a grin at nothing, her eyes staring off in front of her, "I remember we hit our hands because we were both so excited to...meet each other." she grinned fondly at the memory. Where they had wanted to "see" what the other looked like with butterfly-like touches after Bonnie and Delma's friend had introduced them. Since then, Lorelai was so thrilled to have Delma as a good friend, not to mention probably sharing the tails didn't hurt either. "Makes me wonder...what our tails look like..." she mused solemnly, as she had changed the first time after she'd gone blind.
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Post by delma on Jul 21, 2011 3:13:30 GMT
Maybe it was stupid of them. All right, it was incredibly stupid of them. To pursue this friendship and make roommates out of each other? As if it wasn't dangerous enough, being on opposite factions in the war, they just had to live together to make things more difficult? They had definitely jumped into this and risked a good many things in order to do it. A good deal of their money was spent on calling taxi's in order to get places. Unless their friends were kind enough to offer them rides, in which case, they were usually able to get somewhere without having to deal with the cost. They were really pushing their limits though. It was idiocy. But Delma couldn't have cared less. She adored Lorelai. Cared for her like a sister. She reminded Ms. Adeliza very much of one of her sisters back home, actually. The very same sibling that had stayed with Delma her first few years living ashore. And so, the feeling of having Lorelai around was gorgeous. It made her feel safe. Although Lori and Delma were living in quite the peculiar predicament, Delma at least felt safe at home, her and her little blind bird.
So she tolerated Troy's being all around the apartment--read: Delma's own clumsiness--and the lack of clarity involved when no one could see. She needed that closeness. That nearness to home. She missed the ocean. She really did. But she could never go back there. Not permanently. She had grown to love land and the mystery involved with living on it. The sounds and the feelings. It was chaotic, wild. It was nothing like she had ever experienced. The ocean was all tranquility. The only times when it had roared and made a fuss was when there had been storms. They were wild, uncontrolled, those storms. But even then, as a young girl, she would sink beneath the water's surface and it would all go quiet. A ship was overturned once. A man had fallen into the water and she had surfaced, curious and silent. The man had been stricken, presumably by the mermaid's beauty, as they are beautiful even as children, and a wave had caught him off guard, dragging him under the water, an object from the ship catching to him and keeping him submerged. She had heard his screams underwater when she dove back down, muffled though they were. But she didn't help him. Not humans. She would save his life and he would attempt to hang her fin from his mantle or keep her in an aquarium, whatever either of those things were. If anything, Delma felt his death was tragically beautiful, left in the hands of one who he would undoubtedly betray were he allowed to live.
Delphi. Oh, Greece. They had visited the city quite frequently in her youth. She had loved the vibe she had gotten from there. A bit overwhelming though, with its narrow streets. Bright. Delma's expression screwed into something resembling confusion. God, how she wished she could pretend that she understood what Lori was talking about. Her light perception was also at zero being that she suffered from total blindness. And so even concepts such as light and dark were strange ones for her to comprehend. Sometimes light, like the sun, felt hot. So she associated light with heat. The sun, she was told, was a very big light, and it was very far away. If this was true, then the sun was extremely hot. Searing. That was her best concept of bright. And so she settled for it, Lori's words only serving to punctuacte her assumptions. And the sunburn information was as she had also thought it would be. Wrinkling her nose at the thought of her skin peeling off, she felt in much better spirits. Sunburn's were so silly. "I remember. It felt comfortable. I felt at ease; like I wasn't alone." She nodded once, "I'm alone. I always will be. But around you, I don't feel like it. You make me forget. I like that." The mood had felt a little lower just then and Delma ventured to comment on Lorelai's second statement, "Our tails. Hm. They feel soft. And smooth, if you run your hand downward. In the water, they are silent. But there is power in our movement. Like the moment before an orchestra might begin to play. Our tails are the silence before the music." Always it was like this with Delma. The tortured artist. Relating things to music. Life itself, to her, was music. All she had was her music, after all.
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