Don't worry, you're not alone

[bearshermark]

WHO: Eleven + Abel
WHEN: Day after TDM shenanigans
WHERE: Godsblood
WHAT: Bros on a platonic date get drinks
WARNINGS: alcohol? tba



[It's a nice town, Eleven decides as Abel shows him around various parts of it. The forges and smithy shops pique his interest with a renewed curiosity and simmer of excitement. Surely they must get their ore from somewhere and Eleven casts a speculative eye over the distant shape of mountains.

He'd ask tomorrow. For now, they're headed to a bar and on a stomach comfortably full of Greentruth's well-seasoned fare, a drink sounds a touch more satisfying than the promise of a sword in the moment.

And it's nice- for the first time in weeks, since the cave- to feel like he's made a good friend he can rely on.

Eleven tosses a smile to Abel as they grab their drinks and settle at a table]

It's a productive town, if only a touch less tense than I'd imagined. I hope the others fare well here.

Comments

[inutilis]

[ there is much to talk about - much on both their minds, surely, after the great mess that had been the eventful re-awakening of the shrines. the meeting with Emet-Selch; the arrival of new faces among their lot; the sight of blood and bruises among the injured... but all had come home with their lives intact.

perhaps barely for some - but they live to tell the tale of it nonetheless.

for any number of those reasons, Abel is quite gladdened for a nice change of pace - and the chance to sit down with someone to whom he's taken quite a liking. Eleven is a calm and rather steady, reliable fellow; their backgrounds could not be more different in most ways, and yet... mayhaps that's part of the reason Abel finds him intriguing. interesting. it's also a great boon that despite vastly different worlds and their respective places among them, they see eye-to-eye on some of the most important moral quandaries the Pleroma face.

but those serious topics can come up in due time; right now? Abel is investigating his glass of local ale with interest-- before waving a hand dismissively across the table. ]

Now, Mr. Eleven... some folk are suited to city life. And some undoubtedly belong back in more-- rural areas, mm? [ he'll refrain from mentioning Greentruth by name - at least in public. ] The fact we have both means we're quite lucky, I think. If you're not suited to one, there's always the other now we can head back and forth without much trouble, mm? But why do I get the feeling you'll inevitably prefer camping to spending your days and nights out here...

[bearshermark]

[He grins]

Just Eleven- we've been through enough now, I think.

[The cave, Emet, and everything between.

Eleven takes an experimental sip of ale, then nods approval] But you're right; I do enjoy the woodland. I'm hoping our new companions will find their way as well.

[inutilis]

[ ah... suppose there's no need for formalities between friends, is that it? Abel's smile is fond as he nods in understanding. ]

It's a bit... strange, right? We've been away from home for quite a while now, Eleven.

[ months, now. ]

Do you find yourself settling in at all? Do you want to settle in, or is it more about simply making due for now?

[bearshermark]

[Eleven hums and sits back in his chair, stretching his legs out beneath the table as unobtrusively as he can manage. It's a query that requires some thought and he drums his fingers on the table in short order]

I.. like where I'm at now. Of course I need to get back to Erdrea, but if I can help save this world before darkness claims it, then.. Well, maybe I'll have the strength and wisdom to do what I need to to save mine.

[inutilis]

...Mm. That-- you mentioned a little of it before, didn't you?

[ ... ]

Is your world in danger, back at home?

[bearshermark]

[He nods, eyes dropping to the table. His fingers still]

Yggdrasil fell. Darkness rules Erdrea now.

[Eleven forces a brief smile, unwilling to dampen their outing with all the heaviness of that reality]

But maybe I can prevent that from happening here.

[inutilis]

...That-- that sounds as 'dire' as 'dire' goes, doesn't it.

[ suppose it's inevitable his face falls a bit considering the topic, but. ]

Maybe what you learn here can help you when we get back to where we belong, right? Or we can find a way. Make one, if there isn't one already?