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Elijah Mikaelson (agentleman) wrote in valarlogs,

If he could kill his aunt he would have done so a thousand times over in the most painful manners he could devise. And with a thousand years of memories, Elijah could come up with quite the extensive repertoire. But he sensed that an outburst of anger would not do anything to help his sister.

During Freya’s long tale, Elijah’s free hand had clenched so tightly his nails imbedded themselves in his palm. She shrugged it off as though it were nothing and yet he knew that even telling the tale was taking its toll on her.

“Damn her,” he commented, voice soft but full of a tense condemnation. “Damn this whole dysfunctional family.” He longed for nothing more than to offer her whatever comfort he could and yet he struggled to find the appropriate manner to do so.

A moment longer and he settled for stretching out a hand to rest over hers, squeezing it more gently than he had realized possible given how tense his entire body was at the moment.

“I am so sorry you went through so much pain, Freya. And I know that there is nothing that will change the past but I do hope you know that you needn’t bear this particular cross by yourself. Whatever happened, however isolated you were...you are not any longer. You have only to call and I will do anything you need me to.”

Pained eyes looked to her. “I was not there to help you then but I am now. And know this. Whatever you do, whatever choices you make, whatever happened in the past, I will never feel anything but pride and utter love where you are concerned.”