@originalreddoor
Yuki looked up at the architecture of the French Quarter. She gave a small sigh. How long had it been since she returned to New Orleans? 50 years? 100? She had lost track, but one thing never left her mind. The patriarch of the original vampire family, and her maker. Elijah Michaelson. He was the reason she returned to the city. Ever since she left to find out more about herself alone, she couldnât stop thinking about his kindness in letting her leave. She knew if she was under Niklausâs line, he would have never let her go.
Elijah had been walking the Quarter needing to get away from his family for a little while. That was when he noticed a familiar face in the crowd. âYuki Cross. I am glad to see that you are doing well.â
She looked toward the voice, falling out of her thoughts. When her memory put the voice to a name and face, and she saw him in front of her, she smiled, probably the first smile sheâs had in a long time. âElijah, I was expecting my feet to just carry me straight to your house, not finding you in the Quarter.â She patted her suitcase that she was tugging behind her. âAnd of course I wouldnât return home without a fresh supply of food for the family.â
He grinned. âAlways so thoughtful. Thankyou. Here let me help you with that.â He took thesuitcase from her but not after hugging her. Ever since he had turned her Yuki had been like a daughter to him. His mind often wandered to how she was doing. âI am on an errand for diapers. He was out of his element when it came to the needs of a small infant.
She looked at her maker, confused. None of her correspondence with Elijah involved an infant. âWhy are you getting diapers? I must have lost track on how long I was away.â
@originalreddoor I found our long lost RP!













