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𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈 𝙸𝙽 . . . the quiet before the ruin, grief tailored into grace.. honor twisted into a noose, duty worn like a second skin. a gentleman by choice, a monster by re-birth, a martyr by design.
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THE ORIGINALS S04E06 - Bag Of Cobras
"you don't make it easy to love you brother" "yet, you're onstinate in your desire to do so" is heartwrenchingly vulnerable. like the elephant in the room finally being acknowledged. it's i love you in spite of my better instincts. it's yes i know and i'm sorry that you do. it's please don't stop. it's i'm sorry that i can't be what you want me to be but also please never stop wanting better for me. it's somehow a thousand years of love and relentless devotion in its best and worst forms condensed into two lines.
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ONE SIBLING SCENE PER EPISODE: 2x18 Night Has A Thousand Eyes
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closed for @stagsnobility / cont .
seeing elijah softened by a gentleness she'd rarely seen allowed to live on his face , unstitched something in her . the myth of him , impeccably controlled original chiseled from duty and restraint , cracked to reveal a quiet man beneath . a man who made her shoulders ease with his presence , whose smile drifted toward her as though summoned by gravity and not will . she felt as though he watched her not with appraisal , but curiosity . not of her power but of her mind , and perhaps ( maybe , hopefully ) her heart .
bonnie felt his nearness . an attentive quiet , slight shift in the rhythm of the room . but she didn't shrink away . nor look for a quick exit . she was happy with his company . she let a soft smile , fragile as candleflame but resilient as the wick beneath , persist between them . " i said it was a good joke ! " she defended , her features mimicking something of offense though she felt no need to actually be offended . even in a dialect so strong and commanding , she still heard the freckles of his playful nature seeping through .
a sanctuary she hadn't expected to find in someone like him .
she didn't mind being proven wrong . the room almost responding to her thoughts , shadows spreading out , candles dimming their glow , the air loosening in her lungs . " the space is amazing , elijah . i'm very grateful for it . " she admitted . " practicing at home is fine , but i don't know it just always makes me think of grams and when i think of grams i lose focus and . . . ⸺ " tender as a bruise her voice filtered between them before she released a sigh . " sorry . i didn't mean to ⸺ i'm just saying it's a lot easier to focus here . i'm sure all the other witches that trailed through here felt the same . " assumption sounded a lot more scandalous than she'd meant it to . embarrassment heating up her features as she jumped to clarify just as quick as he had . " to practice , to practice . i mean . sorry . "
It was entertaining to watch her as she stumbled over her words, trying to undo her small slip ups. Elijah did not mind once; he did not need perfection at that moment. He desired to see something raw, something humane that his life lacked by the pound. "Then it might please you to know that no other witch has ever trained here. I congratulate you for being the first to do so." Elijah responded, gentle and teasing.
There was no tension or gloom between them, just kindness. Maybe some reservation too. Elijah did not want to intimidate nor scare her away.
"Speaking of your grams, I am sure she would be displeased if her beloved granddaughter spent the entire day practicing. You're a Bennett and undoubtedly strong, Bonnie, I know." Elijah tilted his head to the side, his faint smile remaining. "But even a Bennett needs to eat." Elijah bent low to gather her belongings; bag, grimoire and whatever else she had prepared for her practice. His eyes lingered on her face, admiring but also assessing. Acknowledging.
With his arms full of Bonnie's things, Elijah nodded towards the door of the spacious room, awaiting with patience. He would have been a proper gentleman and offered his arm if there was any space to hold onto. "So forgive me in case I appear imprudent but I believe it is lunchtime and, well, I try to practice cooking once in a while." He informed her as his smile grew slightly wider, feet guiding him by the side of the door. Elijah stilled patiently there.
"Just a bite. Then you can go home if you wish."
[Elijah is drinking and offers it to Klaus.]
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❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜
Klaus’ head snapped up at the words, the anger flashing across his face so quickly it was almost feral. His brows pulled together, forehead wrinkling in a sharp, disbelieving frown as if Elijah had just stepped over a line Klaus didn’t even know existed until now.
“For me?” Klaus repeated, voice low but edged. “No. Don’t do that, Elijah.”
He took a step toward him, jaw clenched, blue eyes burning with that familiar hybrid fury. “You did those atrocities because you wanted to do them. Because you thought they were necessary. Because you chose the path you walked. Don’t stand there and act as if I held a dagger to your throat or forced your hands bloody.”
Klaus scoffed, the sound sharp and bitter, pacing once in a tight line before rounding on him again.“If you truly didn’t want to commit them? You could have walked away.” His voice rose not shouting, but dangerously close. “You’ve walked away from me before. You could have done it a thousand more times if what you were doing was so unbearable.”
He jabbed a finger toward Elijah’s chest, fury simmering hot and ugly. “So be a man and own it. Own your decisions. Your wrongdoings. Your sins.”
Elijah held his ground when Klaus stepped towards him, standing near. He did not remember what had sparked this conversation; maybe a feud, maybe one more strained word from one of them. Most conversations ended up like this when they were apart for long, not because distanced made them colder but it made them uncertain in a way. That is what Elijah, himself, thought.
As Klaus' fingers jabbed at his chest, Elijah curled his own around his brother's wrist and held his hand there. Grip firm and unshaken.
"Do not tell me to be a man, Niklaus. You ought to know better." Elijah responded, taking a step forward in return, to hover closely with intimidation. And yet his brother was not one to be easily intimidated. Elijah knew yet not once had he ceased using his proximity as a way to impose himself.
Their gazes lingered on each other's. Elijah's bitterness matched the younger's. "I am aware of what I have done for you, Niklaus. And I am not here to declare regret. In fact, I would not change a thing about my ways and I would not return to any past, either, to save those you want dead." His voice did not falter nor his eyes. Elijah held Klaus' wrist tighter to shake him, a little, and to ground him in his presence. The fury in his brother did not scare him but it offered power to his words. Meaning.
"I would kill them again to please you, to earn your respect. Because that is who I am, like you put it. Who I chose to be." His voice grew quieter for a moment, nearly composed regardless of the rising tension. Elijah exhaled sharply then whispered. "So do not stand there as if you would not murder the world for me, too, without having to make you. Isn't that right, Niklaus?"
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katherine flinched, the sound of the glass shattering against the fireplace making her start. her eyes widened as the flames flared higher, reflecting in the planes of her face, catching in her pupils like twin sparks of danger. she could feel her heart tighten, a rare tremor of fear threading through her calm exterior. this was not the measured, composed elijah she had known; this was someone unrestrained, unpredictable, and terrifying. she recoiled slightly, her fingers tightening against the edge of the nearby table, eyes locked on him as if expecting that he would attack her as well.
"is this... the moment?" she asked, her voice flat, almost dry. "the moment you decide to kill me?" the question hovered in the air, absurd and surreal, as if detached from reality itself. for a heartbeat, she allowed herself to disassociate, to step outside of the room, outside of the centuries of history that bound them together, and witness the scene as if she were a stranger.
then she blinked, reality snapping back with a painful clarity, and the tension in her body coiled tighter. "do you honestly believe," she said, her voice sharper now, the tremor of fear barely contained, "that i’ve ever felt safe in my life? that i have not felt threatened at every turn? that i feel somewhat invulnerable today just because my trauma was caused five hundred thirty-three years ago?" her gaze hardened, meeting his directly. "i am not unassailable, elijah. i feel fear, very real fear, of dying, of being trapped, of being tortured. i know i'm probably just being paranoid but that doesn't change the way i feel." her tone edged with disbelief. "and you, somehow, think i enjoy the violence i commit? that it brings me satisfaction? that is … that is sick."
she exhaled slowly, the firelight dancing across her face. "you have no right to judge me," she continued, her voice rising slightly, "not when you condone, excuse, and even support the far worse atrocities of klaus. and yet you presume to lecture me on morality?" somehow she refused to believe he had really reacted that way. but he did. it somehow broke something in her because she came to realize that he has given up on her. probably already had a long time ago, but decided to mask it up until it slipped. that he apparently felt so ... appalled by her the entire time.
finally, her shoulders slumped. "i expect nothing from you, elijah," she admitted, the rawness in her voice unmistakable. "you did not save me then, and apparently, you do not intend to now. and perhaps," her eyes glimmered with a mix of anger and sorrow, "perhaps i should be grateful for that honesty. at least it spares me the pretense of hope."
"There will be no killing done from me as surprising as it is. Although my brother would be delighted to hear such news, I will not grant them. It is not an order I was sent to complete this time." Elijah strided forward to lessen the distance between them but not entirely. Just enough so she could take a good look at him; at whatever emotions were left within his eyes for her. "You seem to forget how I have, indeed, betrayed him once for your sake."
His hands remained tense by his sides as the words spilled from his lips, unwavered and firm. "But you will do well to not mention Niklaus as means to have you excused; because he is my brother. He is my family. And you are nothing so yes." His shoulders slumped as well but not out of defeat, just out of realization. "I excuse him. My loyalties lie with him. I am not asking you to forgive him, Katerina. If I were you, I would not either."
Elijah averted his gaze elsewhere, fazed by the sorrow in her eyes. Not out of love or sympathy but out of worry of believing yet another lie.
"But how long will this revenge of yours last? You know me and what I stand for. I will not allow you near my family no matter what has transpired between us; because that is not important to me anymore. You are not important to me." He shook his head. If he were to tell his old self that their bond would be downgraded this way, he might have not believed. But it happened; and Elijah had come to terms with it. "It is yourself you need to be saved from, Katerina. You are no threat to anyone anymore."
@stagsnobility Continued from here
" I don't understand why Google me when I'm in the fucking flesh right here and can tell you the truth about whatever you want to know." Billy huffed and sipped his beer. " Im sure you found some weird shit. I know about the fanfictions." He shook his head but found it amusing. " Or did you Google me cause you missed my handsome face?" He teased Elijah. " But fine Google all you want. I think you should ask me though."
Elijah could barely conceal his delight to Billy's reaction, smiling faintly to himself. He turned off his phone then, putting it away as he lifted his gaze towards the other. "Fine. I will do my best to forget this writing content I stumbled upon, by force, and let you come clean about yourself." He crossed one leg over the other while resting his chin atop his hand, his focus entirely directed to Billy.
Upon their eye contact, Elijah offered him a prompting glance with the brief nod of his head. "I am listening. Before I start reading the wikipedia outloud. And, dear I, it is terribly written."
Her words struck him suddenly, making Elijah pause. Her reaction unfolded quickly, first confessing then trying to walk away from him, but Elijah was evidently faster as he dashed towards her and for once invaded her space. Once he realized the proximity, and how close he had come, he pulled away just as fast. " Forgive me. I did not mean to do that. " Elijah said, his voice similar to a whisper. He was shocked by her words but mostly by himself; how quick he was to impede her exit.
" Please. Do not go. " He said more pleading that intended. Elijah did not want to just block her entrance; he wished to hold her wrist or maybe her shoulders. How could he prove to her that her words could never keep him away, if not like that? He took a step closer, then another. Once he was close enough to extend his hand to her, as an offering not as a forceful mean of taking, he stilled. " If it is nightmares you want to talk of, you have approached me wisely. And if it is nothing you want to talk of, you again are wise. "
His fingers relaxed, unfolding for her to take his hand when she was ready. If she was.
Elijah swallowed thickly once, then jerked his chin towards the center of the living room. " Sit with me. Talk, weep or look. Whatever you wish, let me take care of it. " He pursuaded without taking another step forward. She would come to him or she wouldn't; whatever it was, Elijah would let her make that choice for herself. Even when the pleas were gathering at the tip of his tongue without shame, he did not speak them. Elijah waited for her patiently.
she blinked and he was in front of her. maybe this should have been something that she was used to, but she wasn't. eyes widening, as a soft gasp escaped her lips. just as quickly as he invaded her space, he seemed to step back. a small nagging in the back of her mind wanted to close the distance once more. wanted his scent surrounding her, taking over every single thought she had... bonnie had to physically hold herself back , stop herself from moving towards him. -- she was a fool for showing up here, thinking it would be the safest, the easiest. things just grew ten times more complicated. "there is nothing to forgive elijah." her words mirrored his, slipping out in barely a whisper.
"you want me to stay? i've interrupted your evening, blurted out far too much, and you want me to stay?" bonnie couldn't help the embarrassment that was beginning to seep into her bones, gosh she was so daft. as he began growing closer, this time slower, she couldn't stop the small smile that began tugging at the corner of her lips. ducking her head, so that he might not see it. after collecting herself, ridding her features of anything that might give her thoughts away, she looked back up. eyes pausing on his extended hand. hers immediately twitching at her side, fighting to reach out.. "i'm no longer sure what I need." she admitted. confused. emotionally and physically. her brain fighting with her heart.
taking a step forward, debating. should she walk past him? forget about tonight, or place her hand in his.. see what happens.
"weep? i've already shown enough weakness tonight mr.mikaelson." her words, serious, but with a playful edge, as she tried to lighten the mood. hand finally moving to rest in his, fingers flexing as their fingertips touched. bonnie would never forgive herself if she walked out and never looked back. wondering what tonight could have been. playing the what ifs back, over and over. "you want to take care of it?" she asked, head tilting curiously. when was the last time someone wanted to help her, and not use her? "lead the way elijah. you don't have to take care of anything, but we can sit -- it would be rude to have your ... chef cook food for me and leave before it's even ready." that wasn't why she was staying, but it was easier to pretend that it was.
"As you can see." Elijah began, his fingers grasping hers in a refined demeanor. "This space is very capacious for the words and acts of a single being. You are welcome to occupy it." He guided her to the dining area again, pulling the chair back for her so she could comfortably sit there.
Elijah occupied the chair across hers to be able to face her, his gaze focused on Bonnie's expression. The need to make her feel comfortable came before everything else.
"I am not saying this to undermine your powers nor your ancestors but you have nothing to offer me. I am an Original, miss Bennett, therefore I can protect myself. And my family." He smiled, fairly amused by her behavior. Elijah could not detect fear on her. Maybe a slight intimidation because of how he was and carried himself; but she seemed sure of a part of her, of her abilities, and he liked that.
The compelled human that served food to Bonnie did not faze him. Elijah carried on with the conversation, fingers resting around the singular glass of scotch he was served. "So no. I have no intention of offering you this peace of mind in exchange of something. Your company is the only thing I could request, but even that will not be forced. You're welcome to come and leave as you please." He reassured her and then waved his hand towards her plate; a mixture of greens, meat and gravy awaiting. Elijah's eyes did not linger on the plate much longer as they strayed towards Bonnie's - staring calmly. "Share your worries with me. But only after you've eaten properly."
“ Is that what you're told, angel? ” Elijah asks, amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. “ It isn't a lie. I have targets on my back, all of them justified, but that is not all which I hold on my name. ” He takes a step closer and stands just an arm’s length away from her, not moving further. “ Just like you know me through those whispers in your mind, I also know you through my clients’ intel. Seems fair for the two of us to just make assumptions, doesn't it? ”
His intrigue melts into impatience that he tries hard not to reveal. Elijah averts his gaze to where her hand points, his neck straining. “ If you're salvation then I need shelter. The snow is bound to worsen and I have no means leaving fast. ” The glint in his eyes masks the truth, illogical excuses hidden by the appearance of a single smile.
The Original blinks slowly, awaiting for her response. His only care is to understand the one who claims to be holy, to be so pure.
There's a moment where Jade reconsiders offering him a thing. Rudeness is not something she rewards, not when the angel spends so much time tending to the feelings of others. Jade lets out a breath, one that doesn't sound like it's been knocked out of her but rather a weak attempt at a scoff. Assumptions about the two of them sounded about right. But Jade doesn't falter in her demeanor.
"You see, Elijah, I don't need the thing that I've spent so much time and energy and love building and dreaming up going to hell just by you making a footprint." He's closer to her now, she doesn't carry her voice as loud as she had before. Long lashes blink slowly, her dark eyes meeting his amongst the sour feelings that stir in her chest.
Jade doesn't hide that she's studying him. She doesn't get many vampires around, especially one of his high profile. Gaze falls to his suit, head tilting at his buttons before meeting his face again.
"I have rules, and if they're not followed, I will throw you face first into the snow and on your merry way." Jade finally says, stuffing her hands further into her coat. "Come."
At first, he expects rejection due to the disapproval in her face; or whatever expression it is that she wishes to throw his way. Elijah stands with perfect posture regardless, acting unaffected, anticipating her words to his white lie.
"I will go by your rules. Those voices must have told you that my word is well kept; sacred even. I do not see it fit to go against you, considering you have not harmed me. Yet."
Merriment shimmers beneath his composure, pulling the corners of his lips into an eased smile. Almost. Elijah follows her while folding his hands behind his back, maintaining the conversation.
"Where do you live?" He asks, feet stepping over the cold road with care and precision. It was so quiet around them; as if there were not other voices, people, to fill the empty space. "It is a mere question. So I will make sure we are going somewhere...safe." His eyes follow the waves of her hair, not intrigued just enchanted, that he almost questions if his client had been wrong. How could this be a monster? It was not common for his judgment to be clouded this way, but Jade confused him.
I’ve missed you.
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“More people become good by practice than by nature.”
— Democritus, Fragments, B242
Come home with me. [x]
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Once he was alone in the bathroom, he rested his hands on the sink and stared at himself in the mirror. It was pathetic, the way he would attempt to alter his expression so the endless worrying would be overmasked by discipline and disappointment. But it was one of the few ways that Elijah could teach things to Nora and make her understand.
He shook his head, snapping himself out of his own thoughts. Then he began his task.
Elijah moved frantically, pouring a small dose of his shower gel onto the towel then soaking it with water. It was simple, did not even take long, yet he questioned still if she was alright being left alone in the kitchen.
When he came back, he watched her from a distance. Blood beneath her nails, scent of strangers mixed with hers and roughly visible proofs of feeding in her hair and shirt. It was tiny details but he always spotted every single thing. "Their scent is on you, all over." Elijah muttered, not expecting her to reply. He came to stand behind her, towering over her frame as he held onto the dripping towel. It was soft and its scent much more welcoming; a scent she'd wore when she was being good.
He leaned forward until his chest collided with her back, then gathered her hair into a bun with his unoccupied hand. Elijah looked at her from the side just to make sure that even during an argument like this, she was okay. He lifted the towel and began following the foreign scent on her, that stench of blood that surrounded her.
Elijah wiped at her chest first, just beneath the collarbones and then up. He dragged the towel around her throat then over it; purposely applying pressure there and wiping. "Was it worth the trouble?" He could not help but ask her before dabbing gently around her chin and jawline, covering the unfamiliar scents which lingered on her skin. The scent of his shower gel, the one both of them had been using, began overpowering the stench of blood. Elijah could not remember anytime where he acted this territorial; this possessive. Nor when he was so bothered by human blood.
"Show me your palms."
She knew she smelled like blood, like strangers, like a night she had no business taking. Her plan had been simple though. Slip back in, shower before he woke, hide the clothes until she could wash them.
She felt his hand gather her hair, pulling it gently out of the way as he twisted it into a makeshift bun. It forced her head up slightly, kept her exposed, kept her still. The closeness sent a rush of nerves through her, but she stayed quiet, breathing through it.
“I hate feeding on the mindless people you compel and I hate drinking out of bags.” Her voice stayed low though her heart was pounding. “We’re vampires, Elijah. We’re supposed to feed on people. To have fun.” A small shrug of her shoulders followed that was barely visible, but she knew he would d catch it. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong.”
When he asked for her hands, she paused only a beat before lifting them, palms up. She had already picked what she could from beneath her nails, but there was still evidence.
Elijah wiped around her jaw carefully, fingers pressing the scented towel against her skin like he was trying to cover every trace of another. “So that is why? Because of mere fun?”
His hand released her hair when he was done with the first few spots, smoothing them down with his hand. Elijah proceeded to examine her palms, tracing clean surface until his gaze settled on her nails and the remnants of blood. “Always messy.” He said while circling one of her hands with his fingers, pulling it towards him. His chest came in contact with her back, pressing against her firmly.
“I wish you would value your life more than this. I have told you several times how the hunters are multiplying and growing stronger. And yet.” He scrubbed at her hand carefully, sliding the towel all over her palm then at each gap between her fingers. Elijah cleaned the redness beneath her nails too, one by one, with extreme care. As if they were not arguing.
He took her other hand, repeating the same caring actions but not without that familiar bite in his tone. His mouth hovered closely by her ear as he whispered. “You were wrong then. And you are wrong now.”
