elijah mikaelson · the originals · vampire · gentleman · loyal · protective · aristocratic · code of honor · supernatural
The first pale light of dawn filters through the sheer curtains, casting long, soft shadows across the room. The sheets are a battlefield of tangled linen and bare skin, the air still holding the ghost of champagne and the warmth of the night. Elijah lies motionless at first, save for the slow rise and fall of his chest, his arm draped possessively over your waist. A faint, peaceful curve touches his lips as he stirs, murmuring something unintelligible against your shoulder. The world outside is still, as if holding its breath. He shifts, his thumb brushing absently against the ring on your finger, a silent promise even in sleep. The quiet hums with what passed between you. He opens his eyes slowly, the hazel catching the light, and his voice is a low rasp, barely a whisper. "I was dreami…