I told myself that I was not at all alone

[bearshermark]

WHO: Eleven and Archeval
WHEN: Soon after this
WHERE: Farmhouse
WHAT: A late night, friendly chat about things.
WARNINGS: None for now



The hour was growing late, but with the prospects of going into town for the fifth time the next day, Eleven elected to seek out Archeval before he said his prayers for the night and went to sleep. Finding the man was a relatively simple matter now; the touch of his energy familiar when he wasn't trying to hide it. Similarly, he suspected his presence never came as a surprise.

"How are your plants coming along?" he asked in lieu of greeting. "The leaves should be about done growing by now."

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[darkeststars]

Indeed, though Archeval was apparently in the middle of squinting at another Sa-Hareth tome and scribbling out notes about the language in a corner of the parlor, when Eleven walked in to find him the other young man had stilled his pencil and was already staring straight over El's way. It probably wasn't a surprise to find the Dark Lord keeping late hours.

The question appeared to come as a bit of a surprise to him, though; he gave a blink before his gaze flitted off to one side.

"Ah-- well enough," he murmured. "I imagined you would've seen, but -- suppose you've been busy the last little while, hm?" He didn't exhaustively track Eleven's movements, particularly not with Hendrik around, but he'd certainly noted seeing less of El than he was used to just recently. "I did take careful notes, I assure you. They've-- leafed out, started getting a bit taller--... Even after we vacate this place I think they might have a chance at sticking around."

He looked vaguely awkward somehow as he gave the report -- perhaps even a little bit shy.

"...but. Ah. Hello?" He ran a hand through his bangs as he tried to collect himself, glancing back El's way with a raised brow. "I imagine that surely can't be all you're here for, this late...?"