can we hurt together

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anshee was a tad too young to have any sort of advanced romance on her mind. Of course she knew her heart fluttered for the handsome boy before her. But, her mind never ventured forth beyond simple girlish daydreams. Thoughts of a happily ever after would tempt her gently but the sorrow overcame them in an instant. How could she focus on what may be a positive when negativity clung to them so tightly? Maybe one day she could look past the dreams and make them happen. But, that night they would embrace and recover.

A smidge of worry struck the girl as she knew there was a chance Iroh would reject her request. 'Would he really want to spend the night with me?' She thought maybe he would want to go home to be with his kin. But, his confident answer seemed to lull her worries in an instant. With the nuzzle to her damp cheek she seemed to smile for the first time in a long while. Forgetting all the nightmares and enjoying the moment. It was a gentle and soft smile, but it was there. His next statement only improved her state. 'He will be my family.' Banshee moved to press her forehead against his lower cheek as if welcoming the idea. "I.. I have needed you." It was the truth. Banshee had been clawing and scratching for someone to care. The young girl had a rocky relationship with everyone in her life and she often acted out because of it. Her emotions so easily flared with rage or dampened with sorrow. But, his endearment allowed her to feel like she mattered for more then her herbal aspirations or the name she was born with.

Banshee moved to look at him as he spoke. Iroh explained that he didn't know who his father was and his mother was obviously gone, and the uncertainty about his brother. They both seemed to be riddled loss and a thick blanket of unknown. She thought over the fact that the boy didn't know his father. It was hard for her to process since she had known bother of parents but they both chose to abandon her. 'Was it easier to just never know a parent rather then feel the pain of knowing they don't want to know you?' Banshee couldn't determine what would feel worse. "Did your mother ever speak about your father? Maybe we could find him.." Was it silly for her to even propose such an idea? Maybe he didn't want to know his father or the male was dead. 'Am I treading on even rockier ground?'.