Elijah Mikaelson

she didn’t quite like how well he saw through her easy facade, features falling a fraction, but she’s soon recovering. “no, you’re no fool, Elijah,” she agreed, that everlasting amusement slowly fading from her eyes. “but you also aren’t a liar. that much I can trust.”

a soft chuckle fell from her lips, lifting her glass to take a small sip. she paused, stepping close to him, practically closing the distance. emerald hues lift to meet his gaze, head tilting faintly. “who says I don’t trust you?”

she took the glass as they meandered around the room, watching the crowd carefully. “what’s the matter, Elijah?” she asked, her voice low as that amused smirk returned to painted lips. “don’t you trust me?”

she refused to let herself care about his wellbeing, and forced herself to focus only on her own survival. she took a cleansing breath, forcing concern from her features. “of course they will, but they’ll understand,” she answered. “it’s not like they can be trusted.”

as much as she hated to admit it, she did trust Elijah. he was many things, terrifying and deadly, but not a liar. the curve on her lips couldn’t quite be described as a smile, but it softened her features. she stepped past the door, pausing only briefly. +

“of course not,” she answered. she was bold, but not stupid. her hand was delicate as it wrapped around his arm, gaze lingering on him for a brief moment before turning and walking beside him. “you promised me your brother would not be here,” she reminded him, the +

“if you must,” she teased smoothly, stepping around him. she was as graceful as ever, pausing at the doorway. “you coming?”

she stands, stepping close to set a hand on his shoulder, gesturing for him to turn. “you’re such a gentleman,” she mused, a mocking hint in her voice. “so polite. . .”

emerald hues roll at his chivalry, though her lips pull into a playful smile as she steps into her heels. “is that a problem, Elijah?”

“A drink for your thoughts?” Her voice filled the silence within the room as she stepped inside, said offered drink held in her right hand while her left contained her own drink. She offered a small smile as she walked further into the room, her right arm extending to offer —

"Something tells me that you don't often take walks through a bayou unless you're looking for someone or something." It's right about now that she realizes that she hadn't shut the screen door to her cabin fully, so she releases her grip. "But feel free to prove me wrong."