oneshot: if you agree, i'll choose to go
He is made up of lean muscle, and in the silver moonlight she can see he has a finger resting against his temple.
He is made up of burdens collecting in his chest and words that are trying to catch up with actions, words that he desperately wants to match up to his actions.
He is made up of a guiding arm and the very sinews of virtue; of silent voices and still tongues. In the uninterrupted sound of the singing crickets (and because Elijah has a way of knowing-and letting her know-where she is, no matter how silent she tries to be, no matter how much she wants to take him by surprise. Always.), Rebekah knows something must be terribly wrong.
+ rebekah-centric
+ elijah, klaus, mentions of katherine
+set in England, 1492
(you will not make me run. you will never make me run.)