[OOC] Dream
Sharp, discordant notes coming from a violin sounded in the background, as she sat on the couch, nose buried in a book, and reddish-amber hair falling over one shoulder. Well, she appeared to be buried in it, anyway. It was easy to tell that she was angry about something, because of the way she rolled her eyes and shook her head every few seconds, even though it wasn’t clear whether she was irritated by the violin or by something else.
But then a man walked through the front door and entered the room, looking confused as to who was playing the violin. He asked her who it was, and she replied, “It’s Gram.” Still looking confused, the man walked over to the couch, and sat down. She didn’t look up from her book right away, waiting until it felt too awkward to ignore him any longer. They sat there in silence for a few seconds, and then the man spoke up, “I’m sorry for how I acted. There’s no one in the world I trust more than I trust you. And I’m gonna try and be more respectful. Just… Promise me one thing.”
She looked up at him finally, one hand picking at the nails on her other hand. He said with a serious tone, “Be patient with me. I’ve never had a teenage daughter before.” Except, what she heard was something different. One of the words he’d spoken came out sounding muted and unintelligible, and she had no idea what it was he said he’d never had. But the meaning came across loud and clear. But whatever the case, he was apologetic for whatever it was that he’d done. And so, she smiled and replied, “Deal.”
The two of them hugged tightly, and then scene faded into blackness, and she saw nothing else, only feeling a sensation of falling.