porcelain dreams

Tears streamed down her dappled cheeks as the boy held the girl. Emotions filled her entire form as she seemed to shake slightly. Banshee never wanted to be so horribly weak. Growing up seeing how emotions ruled those around her and all. Goals of being stronger and different filled her mind but in these solemn moments the babe abandoned them. It seemed despite how much she shoved her feelings away they seemed to catch up to her. Watching those around her be so selfishly happy and her father act so carelessly. She had finally settled with the thought of never seeing him again yet there he was. Waltzing into Ashen and picking up his rank like nothing happened. Banshee felt resentment for almost all the adults around her other then maybe Sirius.

After a few moments of silence and consuming his words she seemed to calm. No longer did the earth toned gal shake nor did sobs come forth. She focused on her breathing and parted from Iroh with a look of mild embarrassment on her features. Watery baby blue eyes took in his handsome form and she quickly looked down. "I... am a b-blubbering fool." 'His doesn't have a father and you are sitting here crying because yours is alive.' Banshee took a step back as another tear fell. "I have no r-right. You must think I am horrible." 'Horrible like Hannibal.' The babe felt her breathing get quick and uneasy again as she shook her head. "I am sorry, Iroh."