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westwhere2021-05-23 10:44 pm
darkeststars) wrote in westwhere2021-05-23 10:44 pm
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the promised distraction.
WHO: Archeval, Eleven
WHEN: May 24th, shortly after Lan Wangji's announcement.
WHERE: Around the farm.
WHAT: He promised he'd try to keep certain people out of the way of the cleanup, and he knows where to find exactly one of them, so...
WARNINGS: Frank discussion of death, maybe. Arche being an asshole, probably.
The farmland they're staying on is a fairly expansive place, but if Archeval opens his senses to the brush of minds around him for a little while, he's more than familiar enough with Eleven's to zero in on the one presence who's consistently been somewhere nearby since day one of this whole ordeal. He turns his attention away from the quartz for now as he heads over to find where El has gotten off to, closing in quietly to simply watch for a little while, not quite sure what he should even say. Something... something comforting? He feels like normal people would probably say something comforting. But death simply is what it is, one of the normal facts of living. He's been giving it the finger for twenty-three years, but many beings of his acquaintance haven't been so lucky. He's seen far too much of it for the idea to shock anymore. People die. Sometimes gruesomely.
...still, someone like Eleven should be spared the sights, though, if someone like Archeval can help it at all. It doesn't make the galaxy any better a place to spread around this particular misery.
He finds a spot to lean on and cross his arms over his chest as he looks on softly.
"...I'd like to ask a favor, if you're amenable," he says at last.
WHEN: May 24th, shortly after Lan Wangji's announcement.
WHERE: Around the farm.
WHAT: He promised he'd try to keep certain people out of the way of the cleanup, and he knows where to find exactly one of them, so...
WARNINGS: Frank discussion of death, maybe. Arche being an asshole, probably.
The farmland they're staying on is a fairly expansive place, but if Archeval opens his senses to the brush of minds around him for a little while, he's more than familiar enough with Eleven's to zero in on the one presence who's consistently been somewhere nearby since day one of this whole ordeal. He turns his attention away from the quartz for now as he heads over to find where El has gotten off to, closing in quietly to simply watch for a little while, not quite sure what he should even say. Something... something comforting? He feels like normal people would probably say something comforting. But death simply is what it is, one of the normal facts of living. He's been giving it the finger for twenty-three years, but many beings of his acquaintance haven't been so lucky. He's seen far too much of it for the idea to shock anymore. People die. Sometimes gruesomely.
...still, someone like Eleven should be spared the sights, though, if someone like Archeval can help it at all. It doesn't make the galaxy any better a place to spread around this particular misery.
He finds a spot to lean on and cross his arms over his chest as he looks on softly.
"...I'd like to ask a favor, if you're amenable," he says at last.
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Idly, he wonders what it is Archeval thinks he's illuminated, and resolves to ask some time.
"I do feel a little better," he assures the man, in case there is room for doubt. Though there isn't any telling how he'll feel after the ceremony, or if he crosses paths with Lan Wangji. "More clear-minded, at least."
The Luminary isn't the only one able to lift people out of dark places- just as well, as his own light wavers more often than not.
"I look forward to seeing your seedlings come along."
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It's a bad habit he indulges too often, willy-nilly getting close like this. Probably going to get him knifed in the back someday. He really has gone inexcusably soft since first being handed the Council seat. But... it's certainly made surviving in this place more bearable, even if some days are like this.
That's not nothing, either.
"Well, if they turn up black and withered one day, please know that I still tried," he says with another bone-dry glance. He's hardly El's babysitter, so he's not going to patronize him so far as to follow him around the whole farm, but as the other turns to leave Arche will walk with him to the edge of the garden to watch him go.
"But I will do my best."