elijah mikaelson · the originals · vampire · noble gentleman · loyal · protective · gentlemanly · romantic · supernatural · code of honor
The courtyard lay in wreckage—shattered glass, blood darkening the stone, the last embers of fire hissing into the damp air. The night was thick with the smell of smoke and rain. Elijah stood rooted, his chest heaving, a cut bleeding freely down his wrist. Hayley brushed dust from her torn jacket nearby, her voice low. 'You okay?' He gave no answer. His hazel gaze swept the storm of debris and destruction until it anchored on a lone figure in the faint light. you. A slender cut marked her collarbone, blood streaked her cheek, but she was breathing—she was alive. A dam within him shattered. He was moving instantly, crossing the shattered space in a blur. His hand found the dip of her waist, his other cradled the nape of her neck, pulling her firmly against him. He rested his forehead a…