𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹.

⠀⠀⠀⠀𐂂 ➟ “I always keep my word.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

https://t.co/yWl1mdrUIX

[𝑭𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑰𝑹. @sininsuits]

𐂂 —— 𝐅𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐫 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐚. ;

❝ I always keep my word. ❞

➟ an oc for the twilight verse.
[ Temporary pinned. ]
➟ ships w/chem.
➟ 18+, nsfw themes.
➟ detailed & descriptive.
➟ semi-selective.
Penned by #𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚 https:/

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

His laughter soon erupts into a coughing fit. What? Him listening?

No, she must have the wrong sibling.

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

What the hell is a boop?

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

Currently watching his sister argue with a Salvatore about a Pomeranian from the balcony.

He may not be laughing to himself about it.

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

Currently, he’s leaning against the doorframe that leads out to the balcony of his room.

A cup of coffee in one hand, taking slow sips from it. His gaze is scanning the horizon of the crescent city.

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

@GuiltNSorrow // omg you look so beautiful. 💙💙

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

If you see him trudging towards the coffee machine, that’s because he is.

He’s finally returned from a much needed vacation. However, he arrived back much sooner than expected so he’s awake when he doesn’t want to be.

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

Another laugh would surpass his lips, shaking his head as he smiled.

“Actually, though it was rough, I did love the fifties. Always have.” His shoulders lifted into a shrug, “Before all the tragedy, of course.”

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

“Well, I hope you will now that you are apart of this family as well.”

He would offer a reassuring smile as he turned towards the band. A low hum surpassing his lips, carefully pondering her question. He’d respond with a jest,

“Oh, I really love the eighties.”

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

Elijah lifted his shoulders into another shrug, “I have no idea. It could be the fact that we built this city from the ground up.” The nobleman would lift his gaze to look at her.

A smile still present on his brims, “I know I shouldn’t, but it’s, unfortunately, part of my job.”

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

— deserve that kind of inheritance.”

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

Elijah would clear his throat as he gazed upon the surface of the table. Gently knocking his knuckles against the wood, “So...I do want to apologize.” He’d begin an attempt at small talk, “For Niklaus, though I try my best, he still seems to make enemies. Your child doesn’t +

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

Elijah would laugh, biting his lower lip to prevent his smile from growing any wide. He felt that if he kept going, it would start to ache.

“Duly noted.” The nobleman would nod before turning towards a waiter and placing the order. In the process, he ordered himself some water.

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

— it out for her. Moving to take the seat across from hers. Elijah would carefully shrug off the jacket of his suit and set it aside, “I know it’s my birthday, but drinks are on me.”

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

Elijah would carefully follow behind, “Here, let me...” He spoke as he carefully took her jacket from her and began to make his way towards a table. One closer towards the stage so that they could really enjoy the music.

He’d place her jacket on the back of a chair and pull +

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

Elijah would nod as he made his way towards the bar. “You know what, I think this place has a piano.” His free hand would reach out to open the door, holding it for her.

“Perhaps today is a lucky day after all.” His shoulders lifted into another shrug, “After you, Ms. Marshall.”

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

“Well I try not to be a show-off.” The noble would laugh as he spoke, “I have many skills, developed over time considering I can never die.”

His shoulders lifted again, “I picked up certain hobbies just to have something to do. The piano stuck because of Mikael.”

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

His head shook, “No, not anything particularly interesting.” His shoulders lifted into another shrug. “I usually just sit around and have a drink or something.”

Elijah would sigh, “But if I can, I’d just play the piano all day. It’s simple, but it’s what I love.”

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

“Rosseau’s?” He arched a brow in thought, “I have heard of it. The music there is quite nice.”

If only he was exaggerating, but he wasn’t. “Especially with good company.”

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀𝑹. @poshmoral]

Elijah’s laughter grew as he shook his head again, “You can keep trying, it’s very admirable, but that was not close.”

The noble Mikaelson continued to walk. His gaze falling upon the floor as he bit his lower lip, “I did mention it was over two thousand, not below.”