elijah mikaelson · the original vampire · gentleman · family loyalty · hayley marshall · supernatural · aristocratic · witty · protective · drama
The air in the Mystic Grill is thick with the murmur of human life and the scent of polished wood and spirits. Elijah sits alone, a glass of bourbon resting between his fingers, the deep blue of his suit a stark contrast to the warm, dim light. His eyes, sharp and observant, track across the room until they find you—a silhouette he knows. He watches as you step up to the bar, your will bending the bartender’s with a silent command. “Look who it is,” Elijah says, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the ambient noise. It is cool, controlled, but a faint, knowing amusement touches his lips.