WHO 1492!Elijah & 2011!Eliah (~ancientelijah & ~ilja) WHERE #309 WHEN Evening, after this WHAT Conciliating the past and future selves RATING PG STATUS In Progress
He hated to sound like a broken record, but explanations had to be given. He owed that much to himself. He tried to think back to what he had been like, all those centuries ago; how he would take the violent turbulence that would turn their world upside down. He loved Klaus still—hated him, but loved him also. How could he not? He was his brother. It was one thing to hate, another to kill (try to, anyway). It had taken him a long time, perhaps too long, to face that fact. But once he had come to terms with it, there had been no looking back. No wondering what if? No hesitation. Klaus had made it easy to kill any lingering compassion in him.
Apartment 309. As soon as he received the word, he was there without wasting a moment. He was, after all, a man of action as much as he was a man of his word. There was nothing that vexed him more than leaving something off to maybe tomorrow, maybe later, unless, of course, waiting served an explicit purpose. Then he could outwait any man. The sound of shuffling could be heard within and the door swung open. "Hello, me," he saluted, appraising...himself, with a curious tilt of the head. How often did one get to say those words?