porcelain dreams

She cried and worked had to break his heart, still he held tightly to her. She could cry as much as she needed. Emotions were hard, he knew what it was like to struggle with your parent. His mother was gone and he didn’t have those parental ties anymore. Maybe he had a father out there somewhere, but other than Zagan Iroh was alone. He had his Abraxas cousins, and he’d been taught that family was everything. But sitting there holding Banshee he wondered if that was true. He wasn’t a wolf to blindly accept what he’d been told, already his mind had doubted their god more than once. Especially after their Emperor’s death.

Benshee seemed to calm after a few moments in his arms, she found her sense and her words were soft as she tried to apologize for her actions. He shook his head into her scruff to soothe her. ”No, Ban. Don’t be sorry.” He whispered back to her as he was caught up in her closeness. ”You’ve been forced through so much, you have every right to express your emotions.” He tried to reassure her with a few more nuzzles. He was reminded far too much of the affections between his companion Sarabi and her husband Benkos.