Eʟɪᴊᴀʜ Mɪᴋᴀᴇʟsᴏɴ (honourable) wrote in themandalay, |
The moment Elijah allowed himself passed much faster than he wished, but it did not matter. His own eyes met hers, seeing in a split second that she was safe, and he stepped forward even as she moved toward him. He held Hayley close, his arms wrapping around her tightly. Hearing her whisper his name, Elijah didn't utter a word but he knew how she felt. It was how he felt. Half a decade without her, stuck in Chambre de Chasse out of necessity, and now he had her back. The relief was almost overwhelming, even for him. He pulled back just enough to see her face, his hands moving to rest against the side and back of her neck. He took a moment to look at her again, the relief evident on his face even while he knew that she was unharmed, before he leaned forward and kissed her. Most days, Elijah was calm; it was easily said that he was the calmest of his siblings, but there was nothing calm about the way that he kissed Hayley. It was controlled, yes, because Elijah never did anything haphazardly, but there was no calm. He kissed her with every ounce of emotion and passion that he felt after being apart from her for half a decade, intending to make up for the time they had lost because of Marcellus. |