I left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time

[bearshermark]

WHO: Eleven + others, with open prompts post-beacon.
WHEN: pre- and post-beacon
WHERE: Taravast
WHAT: Various things
WARNINGS: Feelings. Spoilers for late Act II/beginning of Act III DQXI.

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[lancifolium]

"We'll say goodbye and both leave together. I'll take the long way to the Beacon. I'm sure you're not the only person I'll be seeing off today, and I should go, but, after." If she let herself think about who else she might be losing this fragile veneer of composure was doomed. Just mentioning his departure was enough to make her voice take on a watery tremble.

Lily stood and watched him, taking the last chance she had to memorize the shape of him as he got his things together. "You're going to be brilliant Eleven," she said suddenly, too sad to have any disdain for the weakness in her voice. "I'm very proud of you," her hand fell to her bracer, turning it around her wrist as she blinked back a fresh onslaught of tears.

[bearshermark]

Eleven turned back to her with furrowed brows and a frown. Goddess, but he couldn't look at her without his heart breaking over again. What he wouldn't give to be able to tell her that he'd stay, to watch her misery ease into comfort and later, joy.

But Erdrea was not one of those things.

He stepped toward her, eyes falling to her wrist. How short-sighted he'd been, to make that for her, to think it would bring her anything but pain. He'd poured his heart into it, praying it would mean something.

It took a few tries to form the shape of the words he wanted to say. They felt so final in his mind that his voice strained to speak them.

"..Another life, love. We'll meet again."