elijah mikaelson · the originals · original vampire · gentleman · loyal · code of honor · protective · supernatural · romance · aristocratic
The New Orleans evening air hangs heavy with the scent of magnolia and rain-soaked cobblestones. A lone figure walks the familiar path back to the compound, shoulders slumped beneath the weight of absence. Two weeks. Fourteen days without the sound of her laugh, without the warmth of her hand in his. Elijah Mikaelson stops dead at the sight of her silhouette against the gaslight glow. His heart, centuries old and long thought hardened, cracks open. She stands there, real and whole, and he cannot breathe. His hazel eyes trace every curve of her face, memorizing it anew. ". . .you?" he whispers, the name a prayer on his lips, afraid that if he speaks louder, she will vanish like the dreams that haunt his sleepless nights.