✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧.

『 — 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 （𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.） 』 〉

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

『 — ;; » （ 𝙈𝙄𝙆𝘼𝙀𝙇𝙎𝙊𝙉
𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙅𝘼𝙃. ;;

• ❝To me, the very definition of
the word '𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍' suggests that
something can be 𝐅𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐃.❞ ） {🎹} 』

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

- surrounding the door to protect it. He'd never seen anything like that before.

"It just seems peculiar."

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

"I'm... curious."

At first, it seemed very intrusive. But, the more he thought about it, it seemed rather interesting. The room lacked any sort of evidence it had been touched, and if it wasn't for the little card left behind, he might have thought he had done it himself.

He -

[𝖥𝗋𝖾𝗒𝖺 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇 @RivetingVision]

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?"

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

- tucked the card away, deciding to keep this mystery to himself. But, he thought it was safe to assume that Niklaus wouldn't have allow a stranger to snoop around the compound.

One of the smaller guest bedrooms now seemed to be occupied, even the door had some form of magic -

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

- briefly flicking up to meet hers before he glanced back at the piano to resume his task. "But in mine, too much."

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

Elijah hummed thoughtfully at the observation, but didn't respond immediately. He found himself in a particularly brooding mood, and the current dreary weather made it easy to organize the mess he'd found in his head.

"I think that's a matter of opinion," he said softly, eyes -

[‍ ┈‍ ‍ 𖤐 ‍ 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 ‍ 𝒪𝒩𝐸. ‍ ♱ @DEVIOUSFLIRT]

“i’ve learned that whenever i find you this quiet…” a small smile touched her lips. “…you’re either thinking far too much, or not nearly enough.”

brown eyes met his.

“which is it today?”

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

—

[ً @holyaches]

i'm pretty sure i'm worthless if i can't be of service.

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

Leaning over the grand piano in the lounge room, fidgeting with one of the loose chords.

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

- liberty of doing so themselves."

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

"I had plans to reorganize the books in the study," Elijah admitted with a puzzled tilt of his head, moving to reach a hand inside his suit jacket to pull out the card he found neatly placed on the desk. 'Hope you don't mind. T.'

"But it seems someone decided to take the -

[𝖥𝗋𝖾𝗒𝖺 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇 @RivetingVision]

— her feet.

“You don’t have to go. Unless you have somewhere that you need to be?”

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

- to help her.

"If there's anything I can do... don't hesitate to ask."

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

He softly hummed in thought, slowly nodding his head in understanding before glancing over the grimoires and books open on the floor.

He must've read them all a hundred times, knew them well enough to know which one held which spells, but he didn't know which one would be able -

[𝖥𝗋𝖾𝗒𝖺 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇 @RivetingVision]

"My own thoughts...mostly."

The words fell from her lips easily for a change. There was never any use trying to give half truths when it came to Elijah.

"There's nothing to worry over brother. I'm working through it."

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

"Distracting yourself?"

Elijah leaned his arms on his knees before folding his hands in front of him, still attempting to interpret her mood.

"What's bothering you?"

[𝖥𝗋𝖾𝗒𝖺 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇 @RivetingVision]

“Nothing…before you look so concerned. I am just distracting myself by sorting through my grimoires and notes.” She offered a smile in an attempt at reassuring him.

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

Elijah hesitated in his spot before crouching down nearby, staring down at the grimoires like a curious child, as if they'd somehow reveal something new he hadn't found in Freya's hands.

"What are you doing?"

[𝖥𝗋𝖾𝗒𝖺 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇 @RivetingVision]

Her gaze shifts towards the steam coming from the cup before her attention drifts towards her brothers retreating form. "Thank you." Her tone is soft with a hint of gratitude. "You don't have to escape so quickly, you know."

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

He carefully places a fresh cup of tea near one of her books before turning to leave her in peace. He's pleased to see she's doing well, but he doesn't want to be on the receiving end of the mood she seems to be in right this second.

[𝖥𝗋𝖾𝗒𝖺 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇 @RivetingVision]

She can be found sitting on the ground at the compound, surrounded by her spell books and various notes. One empty mug and one almost full cup of coffee somewhere in between all of the books.

Her mood? Approach with caution.

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

Once he was pleased with the sound of the strings, he polished the instrument with a hum before gently tucking it back into its case and securing it.

"Hello, little brother" was said barely above a whisper, Elijah finally glancing up.

[𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒙. @kolthewilyfox]

he's simply observing from one of the balconies.

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

Sitting on one of the couches in the courtyard with a violin belonging to one of his clients, plucking the strings while tuning them.

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

https://t.co/HiUm9Et0Nm

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

『 — ;; VERSES. ;; 』

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

『 — ;; THREADS. ;; 』

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

https://t.co/28zW6DhDrX

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

『 — ;; SOLOS. ;; 』

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

『 — ;; VERSES. ;; 』

[✧ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧. @staggeringmuse]

『 — ;; SOLOS. ;; 』