Eʟɪᴊᴀʜ Mɪᴋᴀᴇʟsᴏɴ (honourable) wrote in themandalay, |
The kiss had to end, as loathe as Elijah was to consider such an action, but he didn't move back from Hayley. He held onto her, even while she kept close to him, and allowed himself those few moments of silence to appreciate being reunited with her after so long. He could also sense her unease to let him go, aware that -- somehow -- their memories of home were different. Hayley had several weeks more of memories than he did, and he was uncertain whether that was a byproduct of this vulgar place or something more sinister. For Elijah, Marcellus remained a very real threat to their entire family, even though Hayley and Freya had healed his and Kol's wounds. Half a decade was a long time for the occupants of New Orleans, and he was certain that much had changed in their absence. He wouldn't let dark thoughts consume his time with Hayley, however. After all, this was meant to be a happy moment. He brought his hand up and tucked a stray piece of Hayley's hair behind her ear, a smile finding its way onto his lips. "I sense that, somehow, our reunion at home was slightly different than this," he commented. "I remember hearing fighting when I awoke. It was, in part, what made me come to find you before anything else." Elijah rested his forehead against hers, letting out a silent exhale. "What has happened since Freya woke us?" |