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[griefprofiled]

I hate to say rude things, except when it’s true. / for mikael

A terse smile pulled at his lips for a flickering moment, a fleeting second of dark amusement rather than offense. If anything, he appreciated both the bravado, and dedication to radical honesty. Whether is was simply a hollow show of foolish youth or not remained to be seen. Perhaps it was fear dressed up as confidence.

"Your time would be better spent, than trying to wound me with petty slights." Posture calm and relaxed where he sat on a rock, knife continuing to score the wooden staff unperturbed; his eyes slated to her momentarily.

"Your conviction to truth means nothing, when you lie to yourself so obviously." The indictment was blunt and even, and the look that accompanied it was withering and judgemental. It was a shame, that his respect for her could only stretch so far. Clever and resourceful as she seemed to be, her attachment to his son was enough to tarnish any true measure of respect. A waste of potential, truly. "By all means, speak."

[enduringlystoic]

morning after meme || accepting || @quarterwitched​

“Hungry?” 

      Smiling to himself for a moment, Elijah sweeps a lock of her hair back behind her ear and leans down to kiss her forehead, cupping a hand to her jaw. He is hungry. And he’ll need to feed soon-- which is why he’s glad he has a few blood bags stashed here these days.

     “Starving. Would you like me to make you breakfast?” 

[enduringlystoic]

      admittedly, he does a little double take when he glimpses her. she looks a little lost, or looking for someone... he watches her for a moment longer before she approaches the bar, and Elijah clears his throat, offering her a smile once she’s close enough. “-- hey, are you okay? you look a little lost.

@quarterwitched​ ♥’d for amnesiac Elijah

[enduringlystoic]

@quarterwitched​ asked:  *jumps on. kisses*

      Elijah laughs softly as he runs his hand up her back, supporting her weight around his waist as he tips his head up to meet the kiss. He lets it linger a moment before breaking it, a smile on his lips as he looks up at her.

     “Hello to you too, darling.” 

[survivorcurls]

@quarterwitched​ asked: △ My muse shows up outside your muse’s door after being presumed dead.. || Send a Symbol For — Accepting

Even Katherine Pierce couldn’t hide the shock from her face. She had heard rumors, of course, apparently dead witches rising from the graves wasn’t all that uncommon in New Orleans. But still, Davina was young, more inexperienced, Katherine didn’t like her chances. For the first time, Katherine was glad to be proved wrong. With a smirk, she pushed her door open wider a silent invitation for the witch to come in. “Aren’t you quite the survivor”

[enduringlystoic]

reaction meme || accepting || @quarterwitched​

▼ kissing them

      Elijah is mid-rant about his latest bout of family drama when Davina swiftly closes the distance between them, her hand coming up to grip his jaw and guide him down toward her. He responds instinctively, sliding his arms around her waist as he melts into the kiss she presses against his lips. It’s slow and intimate, and her fingers sliding through the hair at the nape of his neck make him hum contentedly into her mouth as he presses her tighter against him. He breaks the kiss only when he thinks she might need to breathe, a small smile pulling at his lips as he rests his forehead against her own.

     “Thank you, Davina.” 

[enduringlystoic]

secret relationship starters || accepting || @quarterwitched​

“ i’m getting tired of hiding…”

      Elijah sighs softly as she speaks, one hand settling on his hip for a moment as he looks off to the side. He understands, of course. He doesn’t find sneaking around particularly enjoyable-- but until they can build a bridge between her and Niklaus so there’s not at least COMPLETE resentment between them... it’s just not safe for her. Niklaus’ jealousy and desire to keep his siblings to himself is renowned. 

     “I’m sorry, Davina. I know it’s far from ideal.” He takes a step closer, reaching up to cup a hand against her cheek. “I don’t want to see you harmed, darling. And you know how Niklaus is... I am open to suggestions for how we can settle this.” 

[enduringlystoic]

     “Davina,” He’s been staying in her apartment for the last couple of days, and has yet to bring any food with him-- so, at this point, he’s getting rather famished. “I’m afraid I need to leave.” He finishes once she turns to him, offering her a smile as he reaches up to cup a hand to her jaw. She smells divine... He blinks out of it and drops a kiss to her lips, taking a step back. “A few hours, at most.” He’s not telling her why out of courtesy, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. But he needs to feed. 

@quarterwitched​  ♥’d for a thing