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]

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[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."