✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧.

His question although expected did take her by surprise. She was grateful that she wasn't sipping tea in that moment. "Tyr is...our family. Kind of? My twin."

[Furrows brows curiously.] Which argument are you referring to?

+ “i was only hoping to tempt your attention elsewhere for a little while.”

“Elijah…” She finally spoke up after a minute of silence, allowing her time to enjoy the tea and him time to enjoy the silence. “Tell me what you are thinking.”

"Is that a bad thing? You and I both know that Niklaus certainly doesn't tidy and I can't always do so on my own." She confessed, her head tilting slightly with a hint of a smile. Although she appeared calm, her mind was trying to work out just how much Elijah truly knew.

+ “truthfully… i was simply curious. you have a habit of disappearing into your own thoughts, and i’ve always found myself wondering where they take you.” she tilted her head ever so slightly. “i suppose i was hoping you’d let me interrupt them for a little while.”

— often that he could be found without Niklaus close by.

+ moved to lean lightly against the polished instrument instead, settling into the silence as though she’d every intention of staying. “fortunate for you,” she murmured, another small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, “i’m unusually patient today.”

Her gaze follows his movements, eyes falling to the card but she doesn't go out of her way to look. If he wishes to tell her, she wants to allow him that chance. "Someone already rearranged your library?" Her question is laced in amusement. "How do you feel about that?"