Faceless Noon | Howl X Reader

♡Chapter 2♡

The walls of a small home echoed with shouting. Those who passed by it either ignored such yells leaving the house which had opened windows. After all, it wasn't their place to step into whatever arguments were held.

By one of the windows a young girl sat drawing, escaping the reality before her. Her (H/C) hair pooled around her as her head rested on her hand which did not hold the pen. Despite trying to escape reality through her drawings, their voices could not be left out. It was just background noise.

"We have a child, Delyth! You had to be selfish in this way. Did you ever wonder what would happen to her when this was found?" The man cries out.

"Of course I did" The woman scoffs. "I figured you'd take care of her anyway"

"Did you not love her? Care for her?" The man's voice raises "She is your own flesh and blood just as much as she is mine! Our child!"

"The child you wanted Elis" Delyth replies "I wished to move on from this life, so I did."

The little girl felt her eyes fill with tears but none would fall as she listened to the arguing of the two adults in the house. She didn't understand why they were yelling nor did she want to. She just wanted things back to how they were when she was even younger than she was, perhaps maybe even before she was born.

She just wanted silence and a few moments later that's what she was granted.

The slam of the house door could be heard as she watched from the window as her mother walked away from the house. A soft knock echoed on the door to her room before it opened revealing an older man with her same (H/C) hair and face, only older.

"Is mommy gone?" The girl questions looking at the man with worry "She's coming back?"

A soft sigh escapes the man's lips as he kneels down to the young girl's level, pulling her into a hug. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)"

He had said nothing more but the tone in which he expressed his grief was enough for the little girl to pick up on. She began to weep in his arms as her tiny arms wrapped around his torso.

Her mother was never coming back. At quite a young age she realized how cruel fate could be.

As time passed she could only watch as her father grew further into depression and isolation.

Knocking on the door the five year old girl leaned her ear against it, sighing when she couldn't hear a response.

"Papa?" She calls out, only getting nothing in return. Pouting, she leans over and picks up the basket which held coins in it "I'll be going for groceries, do you need anything?"

She awaited and yet still no response was given. Sighing she picks up the large basket and stumbles over to the door, putting on her shoes and leaving the house.

The bright sun and bustling city contrasted quite a bit to the gloomy feeling of her house. Going out shopping was the one time she could escape the suffocating atmosphere held in her home.

Humming a small tune to herself the small girl skipped through the town stopping at small stores to buy the supplies she needed. Rounding the corner she stopped in her place.

Her round eyes stared, stunned at the scene before her. The basket which she held fell to the ground as her tiny body began to tremble at the sight before her.

Before her stood a woman, who shared a resemblance to her. She stood facing a man, who was kneeled on the floor before her. After moments of the two talking he stood embracing the woman for a brief moment. A happy grin spread on her face as the man before stared at her. (Y/N) watched as her mother expressed an emotion she barely saw with her own father. It was love.