nefarious dreams

Banshee's world was spinning as she was gripped and gently slung over the back of the warlord. Normally the stubborn girl would have protested and at least tried to walk on her own but with the mix horrible mix of physical and emotional trauma she wasn't in any place to do so. Her angst had been replaced with sheer a feeling of emptiness. The thought of her father truly being gone had struck her harder then she had thought. Banshee never thought he'd ever actually die or be gone for good. He was illustrious and mysterious. Always coming and going with some sort of mission. But, she knew Sirius wouldn't have said what he said in the way he did if it weren't serious. It was all too surreal and in those long minutes she couldn't even produce tears. Her eyes remained shut and she quietly listened tot he world around her. The babe had no idea whether to feel the pain for the loss of her father or the relief of being saved from her impending doom.

exit banshee

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