elijah mikaelson

"Oh you see darling, the thing is you have heard of me and you should fear me because I am that Elijah." eldest mikaelson || an original

[xhonorablemikaelson]

lethalcries :

Stumbling back a few inches her wide chartreuse eyes followed his movements until the backs of her ankles brushed with blowing locks of brunette hair. Sharply inhaling it became obvious that she was petrified by even the slightest gestures in her direction. Ignoring the pain that spiked up from her sprained bone the discomfort was still a visible marker on her features that she couldn’t seem to shake. Heartbeat racing as she fixated on what this man was doing, intentions unclear while she tried to unnoticably limp out of his way.

“No, I—- I didn’t” Suddenly feeling as though she owed an explanation of sorts the pounding in her chest grew louder and became more painful. Her tone of voice was shaky and made it very apparent that she was nervous, though she had yet to make a run for it. The banshee caught herself in a trance like state watching as he carefully and confidently handled the corpse. “I wouldn’t” Offered instead was a simple assurance but it wasn’t entirely truthful. Lydia would have ended this person’s life without hesitation if he threatened her or her friends. But when she was made aware of the cause of death she doubted he would have ever done anything to provoke that kind of response from her. He was an innocent in all of this, a victim.

Nodding in reply to his statement the strawberry blonde was unsure of her next move. It was clear that although this mans jawline was chiseled from marble he was use to bizarre things like this happening in the city… which struck a chord of questions in the teenage female that could only be explained after his official introduction.    

                                                                           ‘ M I K A E L S O N                                                                                &— you must be a banshee ’

One surname the fiery redhead was already all too familiar with despite not having been formerly acquainted with any. It seemed that just as quickly as Lydia had rid herself ( with the help of Caroline Forbes ) of all the fear and paranoia associated with vampires that came from New Years Eve… she found it crashing back down around her from his mere word of mouth relation to Rebekah. Schemes to escape this encounter fell into place as pieces of shattered glass that mixed in expertly with the amounts of materials crowding the marshy floors. Briefly her mind drifted over Taylors possible direct connection with this exact meeting, stomach churning something fierce as she swallowed down hard at the thought of Stiles getting mixed up with anything like this.

“Pleasure to meet you Elijah,” Extending her arm outwards she tried to keep all the lunatic theories and predetermined notions to herself while simultaneously trying to hide the fact that she’d been injured. “My name’s Lydia Martin.” Clearing her throat and pushing down her insecurities she’s able to question boldly “How do you know about me?”

“A beautiful, young woman out in the woods during this early hour? There weren’t many options Ms. Martin, I merely used objective thinking.” The hint of the smallest smile shown on his lips then as he studied the woman. Though her hair remained vibrant in the little moonlight that was offered, it still shown with both stress and sweat. A twig or two caught in the strawberry blonde mane as she stood a few feet away from. 

Accepting her offer a handshake, he spoke once more. “I must assume you’ve heard of me or at least my family. Though I assure you, most of our rumors that have followed us for the last handful of centuries, unfortunately ring quite true.” Releasing her hand he stepped back, already shrugging off his coat and in one very fast movement he’d ended up behind her. Ever so carefully he draped the coat over her shoulders, careful never to touch her bare flesh. That would only be uncomfortable for them both. 

“I will also assume you know of what I am.” Know of the Mikaelson name went hand in hand with their origin, one without the other just didn’t seem right. In another blink of an eye, he’d moved back in front of her, much faster than any mortal vision could capture. “Do you know this man?”

Briefly his eyes flashed back to the corpse still covered by his handkerchief, the skin was starting to flush out and his nose wrinkled at the oncoming smell. “Perhaps I could walk you back? I parked my car off the road only a few miles really, five at most.” There were many questions his mind was pondering at the moment but the front runner remained how he’d be cleaning this mess up. 

“I can carry you, come on.” Pause. “I won’t hurt you, like I already made clearer and I am a man of my word Ms. Martin.”

[xhonorablemikaelson]

thehuntressreturns :

Allison had to swallow and flex her jaw for a moment before answering his question. Was she alright? No, not really, she was a bit unsettled if she was honest with herself. Before she had died she would have had the reflexes to avoid the opening door. But now? She didn’t. “Um. Yeah I’m fine.” Allison said but the uneven beating of her heart would be a dead giveaway that the huntress was lying. No, she wasn’t alright she hadn’t been alright for a long while, not since she returned to the land of the living. “But it’s alright I really should have been paying more attention.” Allison was shaking her head as she realized his hands were still grasping her, probably to steady her but regardless it set her heart fluttering in her chest. It was an incapable thing to avoid so she exhaled a little sharply and looked down. “Are you – are you alright?” Allison asked and she looked up into the face of the stranger, her eyebrows tugging together as it was clear she was truly concerned. 

Ever so slowly, Elijah dropped his hands where they rested at his sides with a curious look. The woman’s heartbeat was like a drum, thudding within her chest, nearly avoidable to such a sensitive ear. It seemed that more than a quick opening door was ruining her morning. Ah, the lives of mortals. “Accidentals occur, we are only simple beings after all.” The vampire retorts with a formal smile, the edges of his lips hinting at the friendly response. It was never his place to be rude, so addressing her current heart rate was most clearly out of question. “I’m fine, perhaps I should be more aware when opening doors? Wouldn’t want this happening again, maybe my victim won’t be as lucky next time.” There was a clear tone of humor in his words as he ran a hand through his hair, stepping aside for the woman. “Please, after you.” 

[xhonorablemikaelson]

chaxticpetrxva :

Katherine couldn’t help to roll her eyes in that instant. The sigh leaving her lips wasn’t entirely helpful to her attempts at hiding how annoyed and mad she seemed to be at the world that day, but who would blame her? Everyone had forgotten about her after all, and they were all trying to find out on how the hell she had managed to crawl out of hell. The Petrova of course wasn’t stupid, she wouldn’t share that with anyone and honestly, she had an idea as of why they would want to know. To send her back, and find a way to stop her from crawling back out. It was then that the male ordered a drink for her as well as himself, leaving her slightly confused in that instant. If he wanted to know why she was back, he was honestly wasting his time. The brunette wasn’t going to open her mouth about it. Katherine’s eyebrows knitted together as he spoke and she licked her lips, gaze drifting from him to her hands. “Honestly? Not really.” She said. It wasn’t as if many people paid enough attention to her to even realize that. “Look Elijah, I’m honestly not in the mood, so really if you’re here to ask me the same goddamn set of questions that everyone is, then you should leave.”

“Do you truly believe I ponder the same questions as everyone else before I fall asleep every night, Katerina?” Leaning his elbows forward on the bar, he ran his finger down the darkened wood. How many drunken men had sat here before him drowning their sorrows. It was a pitiful thought and briefly, for just a moment he wished he, himself could do something along those lines. But instead his tolerance was impossibly high, immortally high. “I ironically know your personality down to my deepest points thus I know you would never speak a word to a soul. Rather its due to your own selfish ways or fear of someone sending you back without an escape route, I do note care.” A shoulder shrugged in response as he leaned back on his stool, arms folding across his chest. “Though what I do wonder is why New Orleans, why the city that houses such a long list of citizens whom wish for nothing more than your permeant demise?”

[fuckyeahoriginals]

#mikaelsonswag

[xhonorablemikaelson]

lethalcries :

Finding herself unable to resist the temptation to rise from her bed that night as the voices coaxed her into the woods Lydia remained mildly calm. That is, until she stumbled upon exactly what she was being led to. Her scream echoed throughout the darkness and pierced the air like a knife. This brought her back to the night Enzo took Stiles’ life and suddenly she became frantic. Crouching down to make sure that she wasn’t back in that moment her ankle twisted and she fell to the muddy ground with a loud thud and a few good squishes.

Pain radiated up her entire leg and tears thickly filled her pale green eyes, but quickly the banshee focused on fixing the crooked strap of her heel. She needed to get out of here and call Stiles to inform him of the find, and in fixating on these things she was able to blink the water away. Her nose began to drip clear fluid and her breath was visible in the air, so she began to sniffle gently and wipe at it with the sleeve of her hoodie jacket. Sensing that something was off she hurriedly tried to stand to her feet but the pressure she put on the swelling joint made her shriek in pain. Hovering that foot from the ground Lydia turned her head to catch sight of a formally dressed older man. He didn’t look threatening but she had to hesitate and question why on earth he was clothed so oddly at this time of night in the middle of the woods. But she bit her tongue on asking to avoid his questions on her less than suitable ‘  h i k i n g  ’ attire.

Lydia was inclined to believe him for reasons unbeknown. Nodding she tried to turn and face him without noticeably wincing from the throbbing ache that shot up her leg the instant she stood on it. “I can’t just…” swallowing down “This man, I found him. He needs help” The strawberry blonde knew that he was beyond helping but maybe if she could distract him for long enough she could get the hell out of there. Because in spite of the comfort this handsome man offered, he was a stranger.

With the moonlight being their only proper illumination, Elijah stood staring at the body. Oh it was clear the man was long gone and he could tell by the mishap in the strawberry blonde’s heartbeat that she knew as well already. Frowning he stepped forward, careful orbs observing the way she favored only one of her legs by shouldering all the weight on it. She must’ve fallen. 

“He’s dead, though not by your own hand I presume.” The original speaks aloud, his voice careful in tone as he kneels down by the victim. Confidently he lifts the wrist of the corpse exposing bite marks so harshly bitten in deep against the pale flesh. “How vulgar--” He adds with a frown, moving to stand and using the toe of his fine leather shoe to turn the head sideways and only then catching a glimpse of the two dainty holes puncturing the neck.  

“Well then, that clarifies that situation now doesn’t it.” Quickly retriving a handkerchief from his coat pocket, he wiped away at his hands before letting it go and watching as it slowly drifted on top of the male’s corpse. 

“I’m Elijah Mikaelson and you must be a banshee.” 

[xhonorablemikaelson]

davinaa-claire :

A hint of a smile tugged at her lips as she imagined a younger Kol, “he might be fond of games, but not everything is a game to him. He deserves a little bit more credit than that” crossing her arms over her chest as she observed the man before her, “you can say that – I had an early start on my day, the last time I saw him– he was very much asleep. Elijah – why do you need him?”

“A man is allowed to seek out his brother.” Elijah responds with a head nod, lips pursing into a hard line. “I have a few matters I’d like to discuss with him is all, don’t over worry yourself.”

[xhonorablemikaelson]

@lethalcries

A cool wind blew against his back as Elijah exited the car, it was already a brisk night at only half past midnight. Briefly he paused, merely to shoulder on his coat jacket before pocketing his keys into it as well. There was a reason he’d stopped so suddenly and it wasn’t for a moonlit walk through the forest. The unforgettable sounds of leaves crunching under someones footsteps had first caught his attention. Perhaps a night hiker, a very clearly stupid one at best but it’d been the next sounds that had forced his hand when he’d driven off the road. 

The quite sounds of sniffling, someone must’ve been lost, a female. He could hear her heart beats, the pattering loud against her rib cage. Within a moment he’d flashed through the trees, moving as the predator he was compare too only stopping when he’d arrived a few feet behind the woman. Her fiery hair shining bright in the moonlight.

“Do not fear, you’re lost and I wish too help.”

[bloody-elijah]

#not funny

[xhonorablemikaelson]

davinaa-claire :

“Thank you?” 

“Elijah – what is your intention? Is there something I can help you with or were we having a staring contest? I’m not good at those–”

“Considering you’re with my brother, I’m sure you are. Kol was always quite fond of games and a staring contest was something that would truly get his heart rate up, when he had one that is.” A small smirk threatened the corners of his lips as he studied the witch in front of him. “Have you seen him today?”

[fuckyeahoriginals]

Is all this torture necessary?

[xhonorablemikaelson]

thehuntressreturns :

@xhonorablemikaelson  

Allison was walking down the sidewalk by a lot of consignment shops, and witch doctors apparently. The huntress had been feeling anxious all morning, and since she didn’t trust herself enough just yet she walked everywhere. Allison missed driving but she just was not sure if she could handle the stress that came with it. Even though she spent most of her days assuring everyone that yes, she was fine. The truth of the matter was that she couldn’t have been any farther from the truth. Mentally and physically she felt drained, its why she never wanted to leave the confines of her bedroom. But she forced herself to everyday since she’d come back from the dead. After hearing about mystical herbs and calming teas, Allison was out for a small venture. Perhaps one of the ‘witch doctors’ could give her some tea leaves to help calm her erratic nerves. With a taunt jaw set Allison walked up to a door and without her quick reflexes couldn’t avoid it as someone was coming out and she collided with them full force. “Oh my gosh. I am so sorry.” She apologized as she looked up to find quite a charming man in a fine suit before her. 

It wasn’t a rare occurrence that Elijah found himself roaming the streets of New Orleans, regulating the darker distracts with a keen eye. If anything, those who knew him best would almost just assume that if he was out he’d be near there. Almost as if he was drawn there, curiously wondering what secrets were being hidden without his approval. It was why he found himself visiting the shops, a regular customer among the voo-doo doctors and queens of the French city. Though it wasn’t the sun burning down on the stoop that made him misstep but more so the woman who’d very nearly ran into him. Instantly his hands moved out to steady the woman, dark orbs settling on her figure, focusing on the features of her unfamiliar face. “Truly there is no need to apologize, I should’ve been more aware before swinging the door open at such a speed. Are you alright?”

[valeria-vanderbilt]

“The staring is getting  rude –taking a picture would be much easier” 

[xhonorablemikaelson]

“You’re a curious thing Davina though my intention was never too be rude.” 

[xhonorablemikaelson]

vampiirebat :

originalbrat :

“You’re lashing out needlessly brother, I wasn’t trying to—- you know what… never mind. It’s obvious you didn’t actually want my suggestions to begin with. I’m just trying to help. If you keep pushing away eventually you’ll end up just like Nik” This venomous comment spared no ones feelings. Elijah had successfully managed to bruise Rebekah’s already fragile heart and everyone knows that once this is done she is more inclined to speak without a filter.

Disapprovingly the female original shook her head from side to side. “I’m not the one being a complete git. You’re making all the jabs” Perhaps the comment on Hayley could have been construed as a mockery but she didn’t intend for it to be. “I was just trying to cheer you up… nothing more, or less. I haven’t been home in what feels like ages and neither you nor Niklaus seemed interested in paying me much attention. I wasn’t useful as a witch, I get it. But this wasn’t the welcome I was expecting to get from you” Maybe he was angered that she left in the first place? Was it her negligence in loyalty that got her niece abducted in the first place? She wouldn’t be surprised if the both of them blamed her… really, it was more Klaus’ forte but it seemed Elijah was pushed well past the point of caring about proper behaviors and attitudes.

“Oh no, no way, you’re not getting me into that mess. Kol’s already mad enough at me for asking a favor of him.” Though she was quite curious to see what it was he was talking about. It had been sometime since Rebekah had even spoken to Klaus. Her tune quickly changed “Dammit… I know I’m going to regret this before the night ends,” Pulling out her cell phone the blonde original dialed her youngest siblings number and awaited the click indicating he’d picked up. “Kol?” Once he responded she clicked him onto speakerphone and gestured towards Elijah. @vampiirebat

Kol didn’t need any persuasion to meet up for a few drinks. It wasn’t like he had much else to keep him entertained at the moment, and he knew he needed to talk to his siblings. Or better yet, T R Y to talk to his siblings. Davina had been adamant when telling him to seek out Rebekah, hear her out and understand. It seemed now they all had a hankering for him to be in their lives. He wasn’t use to the whole invitation for a night out, but for whatever reason it had become this new thing. Normally, they spent their time trying to avoid him. He stepped into the quaint little bar that sat on the very corner of the street, the lights dim on the inside, not many people were inside the small area. It didn’t take him long to spot his siblings sitting along the musty counter, booze shelfed up behind them, his eyes narrowing in on them. “So, what is it that brought on the family gathering of a lifetime?” He questioned with a disgusting amount of sarcasm,  pulling out one of the sturdy leather seated stools, before glancing around. “No Nik to grace us with his presence..?” he looked to them again with an over exaggerated frown that quickly turned into a smile, “what a shame.” Leaning back he shook his head, just waiting for things to get interesting.

Considering the occasion, Elijah had opted to roll the sleeves of his suit jacket up to his elbows in an attempt to look a tad bit more casual. After all, it was a rare day that two or more Mikaelson’s gathered without the promise of bloodshed upon them. “We all know Niklaus prefers his time spent else where; perhaps a place where family matters are nonexistent.” The Elder of the two sibling retorts with an overly dramatic eyeroll, his index finger tracing along the rim of his glass filled with golden liquid. Their Hybrid brother was no stranger to independence, if anything he was the one who sought it out the most. “Our lovely sister thought a night out would do us all well and I think she may be right.” There was a pause as he brought the cup to his lips and silently studied his younger kin who sat beside him. 

“We’ve spent too long pitted against each other; our bitterness is making us weak Kol.” All knew the Mikaelson family was at its peak when they stood together, their movements and plans all with the same end goal as one another. But when they were all fighting for an authoritative role, they were damn near at each others throats completely distracted and oblivious to the things going on around them. 

“I believe it’s time we resolve our weaknesses and make it so there is nothing that can be used to bring us down any longer.” 

[chaxticpetrxva-blog]

Katherine had been sitting on one of the bar stools, her elbows resting against the wood as she had her bourbon glass in her hand. She wasn’t sure why, but for some reason she felt extremely down that night. She felt forgotten about. For some reason Kol’s voice of no one having spoken about her while she was dead had suddenly gotten to her. She was alone. Stefan probably hated her, even if he had his humanity off. Her daughter Nadia was d e a d, and she wasn’t sure how the hell she was supposed to cope with that. The only one who had seemed to share some signs of kindness towards the brunette was gone, and she didn’t know how to bring the girl back. The other side was gone after all, so how was she going to find a way if there obviously wasn’t one? She tapped her fingertips against the glass she held, only to wrap her hand around it and lift it to her lips. Carefully she sipped on it before placing it down on the bar and a loud sigh left her lips. “God my life’s a mess.” She found herself mumbling to herself, before running a hand across her face. It was something she had gotten herself into, and deep down she knew that she deserved it, still she wouldn’t admit it. Her head snapped into the direction of the person sitting next to her, noticing that they had been looking at her and she frowned. “What do you want?” She found herself asking, the tone in her voice clearly annoyed.

[xhonorablemikaelson]

“After all these years, you’d think you’d respond to me with a little more respect Katerina.” Elijah retorts effortlessly pulling the bar stool out beside her; carefully sliding the fabric of his jacket off his shoulder before seating himself. “Whiskey for myself and another for the lady, please.” Leaning forward he signals the bar help with a simple flick of his wrist, barely making eye contact with the human for more than a second or two. The employee wasn’t with whom he came too see. No, now that lengthy promise was held by the Petrova woman sitting beside him in the dimly lit bar. “Has anyone ever commented that you quite regularly state the obvious, even when no one else is listening apparently.”

[deep-ocean]

I wonder if they have any idea how lucky they are to have you

[xhonorablemikaelson]

seething-montgomery :

“That’s fine, peaches, I wasn’t even talking to you. I was using the voice activation feature on my phone, although I suppose you’re too old to know about that anyways.”

“Some would correlate old age with wisdom though then again I believe you’re beyond such thoughts.” 

[xhonorablemikaelson]

originalbrat :

Now it was clear to the original sister what had been causing such a terribly negative attitude to seethe from the better of her brothers. His  p r i d e  was hurting. “Of course,” she responded flatly as her eyes flickered down to avoid the sheer pain swelling in his. “I wouldn’t have guessed otherwise. But you’re not alone in this Elijah, you must know that. Freya has been working diligently on a solution. Davina has offered her aide.” Swallowing thickly she blinked back up to meet his gaze. “I haven’t been much help in getting the wheels turning lately. I apologize for that much, and I want you to know that I’m here now. Focused wholly on setting things straight again.” Frowning some, the blonde Mikaelson turned from his judgments. He was never the first to be so brash… but when it came right down to it he always remained the most audacious. This was the side of him Rebekah never liked to get on. “I recommend a night off Elijah!” she exclaimed, snapping back in his direction fearlessly. “You’re useless like this. Far too worked up to even think straight” Uncrossing her arms the female moved in towards him “Why don’t you and Hayley go out tonight?” This would never suffice being that she was a married women now but he could always try. Knowing the likely outcome wasn’t a pleasant one she quickly suggested a last resort alternative “Or we could go some place? Who knows, maybe out in town we’ll get word of something useful. You don’t always have to go looking for answers.” This was also highly doubted but not impossible considering the recent influx of new arrivals. If nothing more though, she could attempt to ease his stress levels. Everything aside from this would just be an added bonus.

A night out with Hayley? How painfully ironic that Rebekah would’ve even consider suggesting such a thing knowing how far out of his reach the woman was now. Almost as if she enjoyed throwing in the unforgettable detail that the hybrid was now married off to someone besides himself. Lovely.  “I don’t remember asking for your opinion darling sister but of course you gave it anyway, no surprise there.” The Original’s tone was colored with bitterness as he bit back anymore sarcastic comments he could come up with on the spot. It wasn’t Rebekah’s fault that the chain of events leading up to the outcome of events now spread out before them was so vile. If anything he should’ve been more aware, less distracted and at least filled with an increased desire for vengeance. There was a reason so many feared the Mikaelson name and it wasn’t just merely because they’d been walking the earth for so long. 

“All of us are of no use when we’re just sitting around, mocking and throwing jabs at one another. If anything, we’re weaker.” Beyond being Original’s--the family was supposed too have stronger ties. A motto created centuries ago that should’ve still echoed their lives today but somehow had been lost in translation along the way, always and forever. Instead of being a family to be reckoned with, most would spend their time commenting on how they got nothing done without a decent amount of bickering involved before hand. Their youngest brother, Kol was a token sign of just that. His constant need for extravaganza in all his actions costing the family plenty of valuable moments while making the worst enemies. Though it wasn’t like Niklaus was any better, Elijah had spent most of his immortal life cleaning up after him. It truly was a full time profession. 

“I’ll settle for a drink but only if you agree to help convince Kol to come along, I believe a little family bonding is in order. Niklaus can wait, I don’t have it in me and I’ll grow tiresome by midnight if I have too listen to him talk about himself for hours on end.”