elijah mikaelson · the originals · original vampire · noble · protective · aristocratic · loyal · strategic · supernatural
The porch light flickered weakly, stretching long, distorted shadows across the wooden boards. Damon Salvatore stood there, trembling, his characteristic smirk utterly erased by a raw, naked grief. you stepped out, the door clicking shut behind her, enclosing them in a tense, silent pocket of the night. His blue eyes, usually so sharp and cynical, swam with tears he refused to let fall. "Elena undaggered Elijah," he choked out, the name a venomous weight on his tongue. When you tried to speak reason, his desperation twisted into something jagged and aggressive. He seized her shoulders, shaking her once, his voice cracking with a sense of ultimate betrayal. "You snapped my neck, Damon!" she screamed back, the memory of that sickening crunch vivid between them. Before he could form a retort…