Third cup of tea [Accidental: Public|Voice]
[The following is posted at exactly 12:01 AM on December 10th.]
[A few moments of silence, some rustling. There are some soft thudding sounds of items being placed on a plank of wood, and a slight pop! of fire being created in Iroh's hand.
When he speaks, it is not in his usual jovial manner. In fact, he does not seem happy at all. He sounds very depressed and sad, and... has he been crying?]
.....Happy birthday, my son.
[He begins to sing, but by the end of his song, the words are unsure and faltering... he is crying too much to finish properly.]
Leaves from the vine
Falling so slow
Like fragile, tiny shells
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy,
Come marching home.
Brave soldier boy
Comes marching home.
[There are a few sobs, a heart wrenching sniffle or two, and then the post cuts off.]
[A few moments of silence, some rustling. There are some soft thudding sounds of items being placed on a plank of wood, and a slight pop! of fire being created in Iroh's hand.
When he speaks, it is not in his usual jovial manner. In fact, he does not seem happy at all. He sounds very depressed and sad, and... has he been crying?]
.....Happy birthday, my son.
[He begins to sing, but by the end of his song, the words are unsure and faltering... he is crying too much to finish properly.]
Leaves from the vine
Falling so slow
Like fragile, tiny shells
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy,
Come marching home.
Brave soldier boy
Comes marching home.
[There are a few sobs, a heart wrenching sniffle or two, and then the post cuts off.]