from me: to magisterequitum
[1] The Vampire Diaries graphic, Elena/Elijah.
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IT ONLY COMES ONCE YEAR
She finds him, or is it that he finds her, at the end of summer. It feels wrong. It should have been winter, with snow on the ground and the trees bare of leaves. Bare of life, it seems appropriate for what they are. But they are not bare of life, they are not empty. She learned that early on under Damon's reckless devotion and Stefan's obedient love. They're still around, somewhere in the world; probably back home - they are all forever tethered there by their hearts by the dead they've left there - or maybe somewhere else. She has not seen them in years (two or five is it now? Time does not matter how it once did. She'll find them again, or they'll find her. It's how they all work now. Bound together, pulled apart. Rinse repeat. Rebekah had called it fate's cruel joke.) and sometimes she misses them. It's a different kind of missing with Jeremy or Bonnie, who finally passed away some years ago (fifteen, twenty-five? She'll go back home one of these years and double check.) at the age of 130, beating Jeremy out by almost two lifetimes. Human lifetimes. Elena still doesn't forget how short they can be when you don't have blood to turn you or magic keeping you going.
In terms of vampires, she's still young, very young, she knows, thinking about it especially when she compares herself to him. He never makes her feel young or weak, but he knows too much. His eyes are too dark. He can break her if he wanted to, but he has a habit of letting her do the breaking. Caroline is the only one who almost matches in strength the difference too slight to be something to take note of. They were made so closely together when she decides to remember. Months, really, a blink of time. Last she saw Caroline she was in France running a night club; Katherine had been there. Elena doesn't know for how long she had been there. It's always odd to see Katherine, her sharpness makes Elena feel too thin, young. Katherine had left just as Damon arrived, just before Elena left.
Everyone seems to rotate in her life now. They all live apart, except when they drift back and the cycle begins again. She wonders if they'll ever break it.
They all know too many secrets about each other.
He knows the most. Sometimes she wonders if that's how he's survived the longest. (She doesn't mourn Klaus, she did what had to be done, but she mourns for those that do.) She sucks in her breath as she sees him, the sun bright, the trees lush. He looks just the same as ever, the lines of his suit still impeccably cut and suited to current styles. He almost looks overdressed in the piazza, but somehow makes everyone around him look underdressed. Elena is suddenly glad she wore a dress today.
As she approaches him, he turns. It doesn't surprise her, he probably took note of her first.
"Elena," he mummers her name. She smiles.
"Elijah."
"It's been too long," he extends his arm and she steps up, looping her own around it. He let her pull him closer to her side. His arm brushes her breast. Once that would have made her blush.
Titling her head up, she slides her lips into a slow smile, "I didn't expect to see you here."
"A happy coincidence, " his mouth quirks. "Happy Birthday, Elena."
"You're the only one who remembers it anymore." Raising herself on her toes, she touches his cheek with her lips. A simple touch, soft and quick, making sure her lipstick doesn't smudge against his skin. His hand skims her waist.
i'll post it up for you on tumblr tomorrow! ;)
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IT ONLY COMES ONCE YEAR
She finds him, or is it that he finds her, at the end of summer. It feels wrong. It should have been winter, with snow on the ground and the trees bare of leaves. Bare of life, it seems appropriate for what they are. But they are not bare of life, they are not empty. She learned that early on under Damon's reckless devotion and Stefan's obedient love. They're still around, somewhere in the world; probably back home - they are all forever tethered there by their hearts by the dead they've left there - or maybe somewhere else. She has not seen them in years (two or five is it now? Time does not matter how it once did. She'll find them again, or they'll find her. It's how they all work now. Bound together, pulled apart. Rinse repeat. Rebekah had called it fate's cruel joke.) and sometimes she misses them. It's a different kind of missing with Jeremy or Bonnie, who finally passed away some years ago (fifteen, twenty-five? She'll go back home one of these years and double check.) at the age of 130, beating Jeremy out by almost two lifetimes. Human lifetimes. Elena still doesn't forget how short they can be when you don't have blood to turn you or magic keeping you going.
In terms of vampires, she's still young, very young, she knows, thinking about it especially when she compares herself to him. He never makes her feel young or weak, but he knows too much. His eyes are too dark. He can break her if he wanted to, but he has a habit of letting her do the breaking. Caroline is the only one who almost matches in strength the difference too slight to be something to take note of. They were made so closely together when she decides to remember. Months, really, a blink of time. Last she saw Caroline she was in France running a night club; Katherine had been there. Elena doesn't know for how long she had been there. It's always odd to see Katherine, her sharpness makes Elena feel too thin, young. Katherine had left just as Damon arrived, just before Elena left.
Everyone seems to rotate in her life now. They all live apart, except when they drift back and the cycle begins again. She wonders if they'll ever break it.
They all know too many secrets about each other.
He knows the most. Sometimes she wonders if that's how he's survived the longest. (She doesn't mourn Klaus, she did what had to be done, but she mourns for those that do.) She sucks in her breath as she sees him, the sun bright, the trees lush. He looks just the same as ever, the lines of his suit still impeccably cut and suited to current styles. He almost looks overdressed in the piazza, but somehow makes everyone around him look underdressed. Elena is suddenly glad she wore a dress today.
As she approaches him, he turns. It doesn't surprise her, he probably took note of her first.
"Elena," he mummers her name. She smiles.
"Elijah."
"It's been too long," he extends his arm and she steps up, looping her own around it. He let her pull him closer to her side. His arm brushes her breast. Once that would have made her blush.
Titling her head up, she slides her lips into a slow smile, "I didn't expect to see you here."
"A happy coincidence, " his mouth quirks. "Happy Birthday, Elena."
"You're the only one who remembers it anymore." Raising herself on her toes, she touches his cheek with her lips. A simple touch, soft and quick, making sure her lipstick doesn't smudge against his skin. His hand skims her waist.
i'll post it up for you on tumblr tomorrow! ;)