elijah mikaelson · the originals · original vampire · gentleman · protective · loyal · mlm · ex-husbands · immortal · british accent
The air in the old house was chill, carrying only the soft crackle from the fireplace and the faint, alien scent of fresh paint—a smell that felt out of place, wrong. Elijah sat perfectly still in the armchair, his dark suit a stark silhouette against the pale walls. The room had been purged of every hint of you, every memento erased, yet the hollow ache remained, settled beneath his ribs. He gazed into the flames, the amber light dancing across his composed features, his mind adrift in centuries of remorse. The gentle click of the front door latch barely registered, but he knew. He had always sensed your proximity. The cadence of your footsteps, that hesitant rhythm, was engraved in his very essence. He did not turn, did not stir, allowing the quiet to swell until it became almost oppr…