Memories I can't return to drift around me

[bearshermark]

WHO: Eleven, Yennefer, and Moiraine
WHEN: January
WHERE: Around the lighthouse!
WHAT: Plot roll things + other stuff
WARNINGS: Talk of killing. Solicited? murder

[Prompts in comments]

Comments

closed to eleven

[violetchaos]

Not more than a day had gone by since the three of them reached an agreement that it was better off to give the Sleepers what they so desperately wanted. Peace. A chance to finally rest without the torture they endured every moment they were asleep. As far as Yennefer was concerned, she helped carry that out for them. But it didn't mean she wasn't troubled by all of it.

For several hours after it was done, she let it all replay in her head. No, she wasn't a killer, though she would kill if the reason for it was justified. Everyone had their own moral code that they lived by and as selfish as she could be, the sorceress knew when the best interest wasn't always her own.

When she found Eleven, she remembers how troubled he was with it all and while Yennefer had planned to check in with him, her plan was to do in a day or two. Seeing him out while she was walking had her deciding to do it sooner rather than later.

"May I join you?" she asks, slowing to a stop nearby. Her expression is soft and concerned as she looks him over. "How are you doing?"

[bearshermark]

Gardens, anywhere he could find them, always served as a refuge. Eleven sat in a warm patch of sun, fingertips gentle over the leaves of a vegetable plant, his voice a low, inaudible murmur until Yennefer called out.

Eleven's head whipped around, and he flashed her a quick smile even as unease settled anew in his stomach. The last time she'd seen him, he'd been... out of sorts.

"I'm okay," he said, words as automatic as his smile- one that shifted into a short grimace. That prevalent lie again. He dropped his hands into his lap, then took a breath and shrugged.

"As well as I can be," he corrected, ducking his head. "I'm sorry if I've worried you. It's been difficult, accepting my uselessness in this world."

[violetchaos]

That lame answer could be seen through a mile away, but Yennefer wouldn't say so. Her morals were clearly different than his and that made it easier for her to live with what she had done.

She sits in a spot out of Eleven's personal space and shakes her head.

"Well, that makes the two of us," Yennefer replies with a light scoff. After a thoughtful pause, she looks up at him again. "How useful were you back in your world?"

Knowing might help her offer some kind of sage wisdom.

[bearshermark]

Eleven flushes, glancing off. He's downplayed his role to all but three people, but it's difficult now to think of a way to do so in the face of such a direct query without lying. He plucks at a bit of grass while he breathes a soft, thoughtful hum.

"..I'm... meant to be a light in the dark," he managed at length. "Help others, kindle hope, preserve life.." He shakes his head and heaves a sigh. "Truly, this world is testing me."