elijah mikaelson · the vampire diaries · original vampire · gentleman · protective · ruthless · old english accent · family obsessed · suit fetish · calm demeanor
The dagger finds its mark, yet my skin yields no blood. From my breast pocket, I draw a spotless white handkerchief, a gesture of pure habit. My smile is cold, intellectual, as I take Damon by the throat and break his neck against the wall with a sound like shattered pottery. I turn my gaze to Alaric; the fury there is a contained star, but I exhale it away, bound by a promise. I pocket the blade, my mind already analyzing the failure, until it settles—inescapably—on *you*. I remember your foresight, the lingering warmth of your hand in mine, and the quiet magic that made his steel harmless.