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walledoffheart.

It was as if the ancient magic in side of the vampire knew it was being spoken of. The force of it swelled- not nearly enough to be a threat- and then lessened again. It did it again, like slow heartbeats, but quieter and then quieter, until once more Magnus could only just feel the oddness of it.

For Hope.

That wasn’t surprising in the least. Of course Elijah would sit calmly with a piece of a very powerful and ancient magic inside of him… for Hope. But even with his resolution Elijah looked tired. And Magnus began to think perhaps the topic should be left for a different day. The answer he needed had mostly been given. The magic was clearly contained. And if he was concerned with Elijah taking care of himself then it seemed best Magnus help him by bringing up lighter things.

”Perhaps I do,” he murmured, drinking from his glass. “I do have some idea of how wicked you can be though,” he pointed out. “Perhaps we can find a way to distract from all these worries. Remind you that you are alive and well? I do know how you love a trip to Pandemonium. But maybe that’s too much for tonight?”

Elijah has no wish to speak of it, no wish to even be around another, but if he was to be alone he wanted to be alone with Magnus. Challenging the very definition of alone and it certainly brought questions to his mindset. In truth, he was unsure if he was ready to be completely alone.

“Yes, I suppose you do.” Elijah rarely hid behind anything when in the presence of Magnus. He never bothered to be something he wasn’t, unlike with Hayley. He did make attempts to live up to the man she saw him as. That had not worked out, given the judgment cast upon him. If the man to his side did pass judgment he did not make it known, or at the very least, not as seriously.

Hayley was not one he wished to think of.

He finished the rest of his drink, standing to set the glass on the table, a turn so he could see Magnus. “Let us go.” He didn’t smile, not that the absence of was entirely uncommon. At least Pandemonium would provide with noise, something he needed in order to not allow the thoughts of his fate and recent events cloud his thoughts. His mind needed to cease, even if it was only for a few hours. “I promise to not eat any of the patrons, or at least I will make attempts.” A joke delivered as serious as ever.

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me, watching grey’s: centric eps aren’t the worst but they always break the flow & are kind of weird in general

jp: so !! elijah gets a centric. whole ep is him. start to finish. first time we’ve done this.

me, right now: CENTRICS ARE THE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME

#outofcharacter.#half of this is that elijah has become the most hated in the general fandom #and i know they are going to be sooooo pressed #yes. give me your salty tears.#also i'll do replies here eventually. lmao.

if elijah dies but klaus lives off happily ever after with caroline someone is gonna hear it from my ass until i die. also, it’d be a tvd rehash. damon gets the girl~ and stefan dies. klaus gets the girl~ and elijah dies. boring. annoying. this is just my paranoia talking. he could live happily ever after for all i know.

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elusiivc.

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it’d be more detrimental for her to lie and have him think that she was elena– human. that was the only rational excuse she could give him for being back in mystic falls, the doppelganger. katherine paused with a sudden unease. what does she say? should she run? does he hate her as much as klaus does? “ elijah… “ she muttered softly, keeping a safe distance between the two. “ what are you doing here? “

there was a moment that passed over him, watching her, almost as if the very sight before his eyes wasn’t true. when he heard he thought it to be pure folly. only, she stood there, that look, almost as if she was afraid of him. once upon a time he reveled in the sight, but, as he took a step forward he wished anything but to be true. “ i believe that is a better question poised towards yourself. this town is hardly safe. ” if he was being truthful with himself, nowhere was safe.

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starter call for sometime this weekend when i stop neglecting elijah.

#outofcharacter.#too many blogs #so little time #actually my internet crapped out big time #so my elijah day has been rescheduled since i'm behind everywhereee

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Gia had hated it at first. Being sent away when Elijah- when all the vampires she’d been sired with, Marcel, Josh- were in danger. When what she wanted was to stay and fight. But Elijah had been so worried and so insistent.

It had been for the best in the end.

Being away from New Orleans was good for them. There had been some good time in between family emergencies that called Elijah back to New Orleans. Time spent in Paris, just… being people. Being a man and a woman and in love. No almost dying, no crazy aunts, no family.

But then the call had come. And Gia had stayed. And something horrible had happened, she still didn’t know the details or exactly what it had been. But Elijah had called to say he was coming back to Paris. For good this time. And he’d sounded… not himself.

“Elijah!” Despite her worry, she couldn’t control the excitement in her voice as he finally came into view. She ran the rest of the way to him, ignoring other people moving around the airport. “You’re back!” She threw her arms around his neck and held tight.

Elijah was glad Gia wasn’t in New Orleans. There was no saying what exactly would happen to her if she was. Likely she would have been dead, for, well, he was going to leave that little detail to himself knowing how she worried. He had no desire to worry her more than she already was.

He just wanted to enjoy himself. With her. Away from everything else.

Her arms around him felt good, wrapping them around her in return, a kiss placed on the side of her neck. It’d been too long since he’d last seen her. Of course, he would have all the time he desired to spend with her now.

“I have missed you.” There was so much that he supposed he should inform her on but having her there it quickly became the last thought, a small distance created so he could rest his eyes on her. “More beautiful than I remember.”

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“Make me.”

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he takes a step forward as the words are heard. make me. a phrase he heard so many times throughout his life, delivered as if he wouldn’t. so many are so naive, including her, it seems. “if i make you you will not like the consequences. do you understand?” words delivered with a sharp edge to his voice, feeling a little on the side of bloodshed than an average day, almost looking for an excuse to use that darker side of him.

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It had taken him so long to find Elijah again. Marcel and Klaus where the only ones who knew where he was, for emergency reasons, if need be, and obviously refused to tell him. They claimed ‘it was for his own good’. They claimed if he saw Marcus it might weaken the compulsion on him to forget his siblings, and everyone else, so that his memories came back; and good noble Elijah could never stay away from his siblings too long. Marcus knew that. They all knew it. But Marcus didn’t care.

For once this had nothing to do with the Mikealsons! This only had to do with Marcus and Elijah, the man he loved and who they took away from him! No one even told him what they had done until it was too late! So he had to find him.

Without their help it could be done, but it would take time (as mentioned). Elijah wasn’t necessarily hiding, but he was still one man in the whole world. And it took all his resources, all his favor calling, and all his skills before he finally found him.

In France no less. Why didn’t he think of that first? It was so obvious.

He walked into the bar, like someone nervous for a first date. Then he saw him. It was Elijah. And he felt his heart metaphorically stop and start in his chest.

Would Elijah recognize him? How deep had Marcel’s compulsion gone for him to forget everything? What was he supposed to say to him when he saw him?

Finally he brought up the courage to approach the piano and it’s player, and offered him a smile. “You uh….play real good.” And he wanted to kick himself. Really? Really?? That was what he was going with! All these months. All this searching. And the best thing he could come up with was ‘you play real good’. He should just leave right now and forget this whole stupid idea all together!

Elijah noticed the gaps in his memory, the ones he couldn’t quite place, and situations that had very little context. For some reason or another it did not bother him much, rather he found himself in a peace that he wasn’t quite certain what to do with. As if he was supposed to be something else. Or maybe it was the wardrobe laid out with the endless suits that made him think only a man so constricted could wear them so extravagantly.

Either way he took to enjoying his time in France. He loved the country. Had since he first visited it and had longed to return. Why had it taken him so long to return, to find peace in playing in the bar? Something else he deemed entirely unimportant and instead continued playing night after night.

When he grew tired he found himself walking through the streets of the small town, french easily falling from past his lips, making friendly with some of the locals and entertaining himself in a far different manner with the tourists.

He remained as careful as he ever had. With the town as small as it was there was hardly much room for error. He could compel them all too keep quiet, but he found that simply wasn’t as enjoyable. Memories of past horrors flooding him, ones that didn’t quite cause a regret, only for him to relish in the power he had.

That night he kept it far simpler, feeding before settling himself at the piano. Playing through the set of requested songs before taking a break, voice catching him off guard, eyes glancing up at the other man.

A flicker of something found him. Attraction, perhaps. That had to be in it. Not unusual and the man was quite easy on the eyes.

“Thank you.” Elijah returned, still a bit uncertain, but ultimately he gave a smile. “I have not seen you here before.”

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from the moment he heard of the existence of the latest doppelganger he knew that he needed to see for certain, find answers to questions he long had, to pull his brother out of wherever it was he was hiding. things that spiraled all too quickly, finding that elena didn’t quite reside with him as he thought she would have. the conflicted feelings of hatred and affection he held for katerina, long before the gilbert girl’s time, did nothing to hinder. nor was it tatia she reminded him of, just, herself. how very odd in some moments. he knew of the ritual his brother was plotting, what exactly he held a desire to do, what he wanted to break that silly little curse of his, to become more of the werewolf abomination he so desperately desire. oh, how it was nothing he could understand, nor respect. not that he held much of either for niklaus as the century passed him by. as he stood outside, the town of mystic falls relatively quiet in the mid afternoon sun, glancing over at elena, he was not thinking of his brother, however. “the love the salvatore brothers hold for you is quite...grating.” felt as if he was finding more complications over anything else, even if they were valuable in keeping her safe. “my brother would hardly hesitate in killing them if the time comes.”

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patience. the word sent a chill down her spine, her mouth to dry out and her mind to spin with doubts. wondering if she shouldn’t have suggested it or if it was too late to take it back now. she’s not used to taking her time. didn’t want to get used to it. being touched by hands that were more experienced would be ones she’d want to feel again. want to be calmed by in those moments where she craved contact. she liked the urgency of giving into temptation with someone, not a slow seduction with months of built-up tension. why she’d even thought he’d give her that she had no idea. maybe because it seemed to fit their mutual distastes for companionship. an attempt to prove that whatever they’re doing here, it’s not simply wasting their evenings sharing insults.

he reaches out before she can retreat and she’s still, willing her heartbeat to remain even while trying not to tense. an involuntary reflex she couldn’t contain that she didn’t want him to take personally. it wasn’t meant to be. anytime someone touches her, whether it was with her permission or not, fight or flight instinct kicks in. there’s a part of her that panics, unable to tell if the touch is one intended to harm. his is cautious and she wonders about it. wonders if he’s holding back and why. she’s far from fragile so he doesn’t need to be gentle. “patience has never been one of my strengths, I’m afraid.” neither was trying to lighten the mood. all of her talents lie elsewhere and none of them are pleasant. she has no objections to the paths his hands trace, adjusting to the light weight of them. another thing she’s not used to: hands that don’t leave bruises.

he holds enough patience for everyone. always has, ever since he was nothing but a boy. reserved and kept to the side, movements careful, as to not draw too much attention to himself. not that such things remain. he’s not a boy, nor is he all that reserved, no desire to keep to himself. he only wishes to touch her in the way she wants to be touched. something deeper causing him to not give into that. not yet. a form of torture, not one that is done to hurt, but to play the small game before them. not everything needs to be a game, of course. only this most definitely is one, as his hand moves slowly, fingers gently tapping against her flesh, too casual for the eagerness he feels inside of him. not willing to let her in on that, to let her know how much he wants this, her.

for as much control as he holds, moments such as these, ones that are so very intimate, are ones he doesn’t practice much of what he preaches. not usually. only, there is something as he looks at her. different. not such a raw need. no ripping and tearing of her clothing. just a moment where he reaches the expanse of her chest, eyes meeting her own. there’s an odd feeling that rushes over him, one that makes him nearly withdraw all together. he doesn’t, only allows for his free hand to run along the line of her jaw. “i am entirely unsurprised.” comment delivered with a slight curve of his lips, making it known he is actually enjoying himself, even if for just a moment. “you are being quite patient, now, however.”

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Katherine finds it strange she’s closer, actually feeling much more off – when she’s here. She remembers this place, and she’s somewhat distant from the meanings of the place. Her eyes trail up and down, noticing him like she’s in a foreign country. Her jaw locks as she reaches for her drink, and takes a sip. She’s stunned as she looks to her right, then she’s hiding her face. Now, ironically, the brunette catches him and knowing its HIM. She’s too far away from civilization, but here she is. “So you drink alone these days?”

Elijah noticed her the moment she entered. No amount of disguise could ever make it so he didn’t know Katerina when he saw her. Surprise fills him at the sight, however. Resigning himself to truths he thought he knew, absolutes that were not so absolute. Not as shocking as he might have once thought. Not with the very path that led him to sitting there, drinking alone. Not the first of the night, even. She’s only given a brief glance, hand curling tighter around the glass in his hand, before he raises it to his lips. “If I didn’t I do not think you would be here.” An observation as much as a declaration. “After all, you were never careless.”

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this is so sweet. ily

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what romantic ships would you be interested in roleplaying with elijah?

i didn’t actually expect anyone to anon me. wild.

anywayyyyyy, um.

i’m down for anything so if you want to fling something at me.

but i would give a kidney for some katherine x elijah. i really would. but this fandom seems to have shrunk a lot & my reputation is bitchy at best. so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

more pipe dreams is tristan x elijah.

generally, i ship can elijah with everyone. i’m also a slut for other fandoms. it’s more the plot than anything else.

if anyone had an anne boleyn since i’m throwing things out here i’d love you. that one wouldn’t need to be romantic but a long time ago (like longggg) i had this kat xelijah thread where were at her execution. and i just. would love to interact with one. i mean, it wouldn’t have to be like. obviously. could be anything. but also this really applies to all historical figures. or general aus.

the true otp of my life is elijah + away from klaus’ controlling and girlfriend murdering ways. :)))))

this is a bad answer but this time around on elijah i just want to write him. more than being after a certain ship. you feel?

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