ELIJAH MIKAELSON
Original Vampire
Posts: 435
Age:
1046
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Tatia Petrova
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ANGE
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 20:43:14 GMT
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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Mar 6, 2022 16:51:48 GMT
Quietly, Elijah shut the door of his niece’s bedroom. If there was one prerogative uncles could cling to it was that they could spoil their nieces and nephews, especially when nature would never have had them exist at all. Elijah stood on the other side of the door, his fingers still light on the doorknob. It seemed as though nature’s abhorrence of them had eased in recent times but there were others waiting to sweep into that force’s place to wipe them from the earth.
Elijah frowned as he let his hand fall and started through the house. Niklaus’ hybrids were scattered throughout the mansion, like gargoyles prepared to descend from their lofty perches at the first sign of trouble. Always on edge and for good reason. It had only been weeks since Aurora de Martel had broken into his apartment, hacking at the place with a hatchet before he had found her and at least half convinced her that they hadn’t slaughtered Tristan when he arrived here, although perhaps he should have done. The de Martels had been trouble from the very moment they had entered the castle and allowed themselves to be ensnared by humans for the first time since their turning.
Dark eyes growing troubled, Elijah shook his head. Laid upon that was the threat of Delilah, lingering out there somewhere. It seemed as though Henrik’s spell, twisted up by whatever Delilah had done with her own magic, hadn’t scared her off. The children in this town, including his nephew and nieces, might have turned sixteen almost overnight but they still weren’t safe and their parents knew it. They might have been good at hiding it but Elijah knew them well enough to see those subtle signs – far more hidden in Olivia for example, than Niklaus. The men and women who stiffened now as he passed them were screaming alarms that Niklaus was taking no chances. He had protection here.
Of more than one sort.
His hand was on the stair rail, the front door almost directly ahead when he felt that stirring across his skin. The tingling rise of the fine hairs lifting from his skin that once would spelt the start of the rush of his own power. Elijah’s hand tightened on the newel post, his gaze snapping to the door that led below the stairs. What perhaps would have once been the servant’s quarters. Buried down in the bowels of the building. They were supposed to be out of sight in those days unless they were at the beck and call of the owners. Undoubtedly Niklaus had turned the space over to something he wouldn’t want the rest of them to see. Secrets held close to his chest, for their protection, just like the white oak stakes and the daggers and coffins that had held them for years or centuries at a time. A torment.
It wasn’t the girl, the witch Niklaus had retrieved from New Orleans, but there was magic trickling from that space, fizzling out before it stretched beyond the ornate front door of the place. Two of Niklaus’ little minions bracketed the door, po faced but still brave enough to eye him as he approached. ”Step aside,” Elijah demanded. The order was quiet but with that bite that had cowed lesser men before.
The one on the right visibly gulped, shaking his head. ”We’re not supposed to. No one goes through there.”
Elijah’s smile was cold as he adjusted his coat, resettling it in a warning not enough had paid attention to before. ”I am your sire’s brother. That means I’m more than no one. Stand aside now or I shall force you to.” Knuckles popped as Elijah’s hands closed into light fists. Niklaus would rage if he broke two of his people but there were enough secrets in their past, they did not need more laying atop them like the corpses of any hope they once had now.
Head down, one scrambled aside, giving the other a warning look as Elijah swept past. Undoubtedly, the moment he was past the door they would scramble to find Niklaus.
Letting the door click closed behind him, Elijah felt that wash of power over his skin again, stronger this time, as though he had crossed through a curtain. The space was well finished, no rock walled hovel even here, but it wasn’t as glossy as the mansion above. He started down the stairs slowly, dark eyes narrowing against the lack of light. ”There is no need to fear me,” he called out lightly, sensing the space wasn’t empty. It would not be the first time Niklaus had taken prisoners. It was always for the good of their family, no matter the trouble it would bring.
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MAEVE KELLY
Witch
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Played by:
Mandy
Last seen Oct 27, 2024 0:22:38 GMT
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Post by MAEVE KELLY on Mar 13, 2022 1:50:48 GMT
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
(WITH ELIJAH MIKAELSON)
It hadn't taken her long to realize that Klaus enjoyed mind games. He might have robbed her of her powers (a temporary move, he assured her) but they were not far from her. The relic that had aided him now set on a nearby table, an ornate decoration that she had spent the past few weeks trying to destroy in hopes it would release what was rightfully hers.
Every time Maeve grew close to it she could practically feel her magic wafting off of it. It was calling her, teasing her, hoping that she would take it back. She wanted that more than everything. She might have had to wait until she was a teenager to finally understand what it meant to be a witch but she had lived longer as one than as not --- she was not keen to spend any further time in her current state.
She had tried simply calling her magic back first. She had wrapped her fingers around the damned thing and felt the power inside of it pulse against its sides, teasing her skin. She had closed her eyes and muttered every spell that she knew in hopes that one would prove to be a key. When they all failed, she had nearly collapsed on the floor in front of the table. She would have cried had she done that but she was stronger than that.
She was a Kelly.
She had gotten destructive next. It was a logical step. The relic was thrown around that room, crashing against the floor, bouncing off the walls and pounding into the floor. She had, of course, called attention to herself in doing so but other than a few glances from her jailers, no serious action was taken. Because they knew damn well the thing wouldn't be broken no matter how hard she tried. There had to be something that controlled it and she was willing to bet that the only one who knew was Klaus --- conveniently no where to be seen.
So now, she sat, staring at the thing and hoping that when he did return he would return her magic. She hadn't exactly done anything to prove that she would behave but he had brought her here for a reason --- and she was willing to bet that she would need her magic to make it happen.
When the door finally opened, she pulled herself to her full height, chin tilted despite the increased beat of her heart. She had been expecting Klaus but when he finally came into view, she found herself puzzled. Something that surely showed on her face. "Strange words for someone who just came through a locked door designed to keep me in," she retorted to his greeting, her lilting Irish accent sharper than normal. She was on the defense of course. She got a good look at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. She didn't need her magic to make a guess based on what she already knew. "You're the brother." |
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ELIJAH MIKAELSON
Original Vampire
Posts: 435
Age:
1046
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Tatia Petrova
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 20:43:14 GMT
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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Apr 9, 2022 17:33:40 GMT
With the power in their own veins gone his brothers had found other warlocks and witches to surround themselves with, as though by basking in the light of others they could feel it on their own skin. Elijah wouldn’t have said he was immune to doing the same, there had been times he had allowed all that he had once been to wind around him like arms welcoming home, but Niklaus had taken it steps further. His brother had taken them in with open arms and had used them until they had run dry. The witch who had performed the ritual to break free Niklaus’ werewolf side disappearing afterwards, to be replaced by the hybrids now patrolling the house as his brother’s private army.
If the two hadn’t remained at the door, bracketing it like book ends, he might have shrugged off that shiver of power as nothing more than his brother’s staff stretching that wings. The suspicion was in their position, in the sphinx-like stoniness of their expressions. The alarm bells had started to ring, the vibrations working their way down into the pit of his stomach.
What have you done this time, brother?
The question echoed in Elijah’s mind with an edge of dread as he approached the hybrids. They knew who he was, knew that he would not be stopped, although one at least made an attempt to stop him with a weak argument. He didn’t need the power he had once had to move them aside, reputation alone would do that. The chill in his smile, the pop of finger joints, that edge to his expression that spoke to some sort of enjoyment of the violence his entire family could bring – even if it would leave traces of that sick, greasy, feeling behind.
His smile turned cold, brittle, as he reached for the handle and opened the door. Brown eyes, flinty with that same cold, flicked aside to the men now standing supposedly out of reach. ”That wasn’t difficult, was it? I wouldn’t go running for my brother. His displeasure will make mine look like little more than a child stamping their foot.” The man who had scurried away from him shivered like he’d been struck by frostbite. His brother’s people were certainly still softer than they needed to be to truly put up a front line against their aunt.
They should have stopped him, cut him off from his brother’s business but there wasn’t a peep from them as he entered the room and started down. It wasn’t a girl waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs, no child to be cowed by the sign of power above. She was perhaps a few years older than he himself had been when Esther’s spell had changed them all forever. Blonde, blue eyed, some pride seeming to show despite the rapidity to the thud of her heart beat.
Elijah stopped at the bottom of the stairs, his hand resting lightly on the rail as he regarded her. His lips curved faintly, some warmth returning to the eyes that had been stony only moments before. ”I may have the run of this house but I’m not the tyrant holding the reins of those in it.” Even if he had lived here, a truly united front, there would have been differences between him and his brother, as there had always been. That same bitterness carved bone deep into Niklaus by Mikael was not in him.
Letting his hand fall away, Elijah slipped back into the pockets of his trousers, still the image of a man of peace. His chin dipped, a low sound rising in his throat. ”One of them,” he said lightly. ”I take it by the warmth of your welcome that you’ve made the acquaintance of Niklaus?” And was suffering for it. He took a slow step forward, hands still out of sight, gaze sweeping the room serving as a cell until his eyes lit on the object on the floor. ”I was unaware that my brother had guests … especially ones he was keeping behind locked doors. I am Elijah Mikaelson, although I suppose that would come as no surprise. Who do I have the acquaintance of?” One dark brow lifted as he looked back up to her.
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MAEVE KELLY
Witch
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Mandy
Last seen Oct 27, 2024 0:22:38 GMT
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Post by MAEVE KELLY on Apr 24, 2022 22:24:39 GMT
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
(WITH ELIJAH MIKAELSON)
Although there should have been some relief in the knowledge that this one seemingly had no part in bringing her here, Maeve failed to see the humor in his words. In fact something about them irked her to the bone. If she had her power, she might make him pay for his glib stance but in the end, all she could do was stand there, her jaw tightened as he came further into the room. Her eyes tracked him nonetheless.
"Ah, but you're the one that counts," she commented wryly, the words slipping from her lips before she could consider them. She had no real basis for saying such a thing but it came to mind anyway. She glanced at the cursed object that held her power, wondering if she had been able to tap into it somehow. For now, she did not try to press her luck. If she was finding a way to breakthrough it was best to hold onto that secret until the most opportune moment. "Seeing is how you have the run of the house..." It was a last minute add on but something she felt necessary --- a sort of cover for her earlier statement.
At the mere mention of Klaus' name, her nostrils flared and she practically growled her displeasure. She might not have the same temper some of her family was infamous for but she had enough touches of it that she very well might explode before this was all said and done. And it would be said and done. There was no way she was spending her life locked away like this. There was no way the Kelly family would stand for it. They had already lost one daughter --- they would not let death take another. She hoped that the Mikaelson family, present company included, knew what they were getting themselves into.
"The bastard took me in Dublin. I take it I am far enough away from there now. He never did see fit to tell me where exactly this is. Should I expect the same treatment from you or are you more forthcoming?" Beyond the tidbit of information she had gotten in regards to this man's relationship with his brother, Maeve found him unreadable. It was like he had wrapped himself up in a neat package and if she wished to get to the bottom of things, she would have to have patience.
She had run out long ago.
"Elijah," she repeated, playing the name over in her mouth. Again, nothing. Her frustration grew but she did her best to tamp it back down at the moment. Clearly rebelling would get her nowhere. "I am Maeve Kelly. I don't know if that name means anything to you --- Kelly. But it should. There are people...many people that will know I am gone. You should know they will come looking for me." |
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ELIJAH MIKAELSON
Original Vampire
Posts: 435
Age:
1046
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Tatia Petrova
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 20:43:14 GMT
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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Jun 5, 2022 15:06:06 GMT
Caged animals rarely appreciated the confined of their bars. Most remained wild, more likely to snap off the hand of their captors than bow down to lick it. His brother might have manged to convince most of them to remain where they were with the door left half open but none were ever as tame as Niklaus would probably have liked.
This one still had spirit, eyes that watched and saw, that tracked him as he descended the stairs. Elijah kept his on hers as he stopped there at their foot. Amusement had curved his lips but her wry words drew a chuckle from him. Spirit and a shrewdness that would be a double edged sword in a house where she likely would’ve been better off playing blind to the crimes that occurred. He made a sound low in his throat, his shoulders rising and falling slowly as he tore his gaze from her for a moment to sweep it across her gilded cage. ”For the moment at least. By now your guards are likely trying to figure out how to tell my brother of my presence here without admitting their own failure.” Finding the one – and there would be a witch or warlock out there in the house who had done it – and forcing them to open the door that had slammed shut on the young woman here would only rapidly compound the problem, shoving the wedge back violently between he and Niklaus.
Finesse. A compelling argument. The counsel he had tried to offer his brother for centuries. All might work to grease the lock but each would take time and every passing minute would only stoke the fire that flared at the very mention of Niklaus’ name.
Undoubtedly his brother had been taken by that fire, but being taken by something and being willing to accept the pain of keeping your hand in those flames were two very different things. Elijah drew in a breath as understanding finally dawned with her explanation. Niklaus had spent part of his time away gathering fresh forces. ”There are certainty some differences between myself and my siblings, my willingness to talk just one of them,” Elijah admitted evenly. ”You are indeed quite some way from Dublin. My brother brought you to America, Virginia to be exact. I suppose he told you nothing of his plans for you?” Why explain when it only left room for argument after all?
Elijah crossed slowly to the object on the floor, his eyes darting up from the relic to the witch as she repeated his name. He closed his fingers around the cool stone, as dark and opaque as onyx, picked it up. The faint carving on it was almost invisible to the eye but he could feel it with that inner hum of power against his fingertips. ”Kelly,” he repeated lightly. ”As common a name in Dublin as Smith elsewhere but …” There were plenty of witches of that name in the city, ones his family had crossed paths with time to time. If there had once been a decent relationship between them there would not be now.
”But with no clue of who has taken you will they be able to track you?” Elijah lifted his chin towards the ceiling as though indicating something there. ”It seems my brother has taken no chances with losing you. Guards, a syphon holding what I presume is yours …” He held up the relic between two fingers in explanation. ”Did he bring another in to shield this place and keep you hidden?” There were ways to prevent power and blood from being tracked. After centuries of playing hide and seek with Mikael, Niklaus would know enough to keep the Kellys chasing their tails.
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MAEVE KELLY
Witch
Posts: 21
Played by:
Mandy
Last seen Oct 27, 2024 0:22:38 GMT
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Post by MAEVE KELLY on Jun 26, 2022 20:15:50 GMT
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
(WITH ELIJAH MIKAELSON)
For a moment her fingers itched to wipe any trace of a smile off his face. He might not be the reason she was here in the first place but he was guilty by proxy. Add to that, he didn't seem to be stepping out of the way to grant her any kind of freedom (not that she would run until she was sure that she was taking her magic with her). But in the end, Maeve held back, knowing the consequences for letting her temper get the best of her could potentially be fatal. Instead, her fingers curled into a fist by her side and then she stretched them out again, taking a deep breath.
"You're misbehaving then? From what I can tell, your brother won't take that very kindly. But that is your problem, not mine." Although she realized after the words were out of her mouth that she could not say that for certain. Perhaps Klaus would make it her problem. She would not be a weapon by choice but as she had learned thus far, that didn't stop Klaus from doing as he wished. "No offense, but I sincerely hope that the two of you pummel one another." If they were at one another's throats, she had more time to find her way out of here. She might like this brother after all --- that was if he served as a distraction while she attempted an escape.
America.
Maeve's entire body tensed. That was far (too far). No wonder she felt bereft. It was as if a part of her knew that she had gone further than she ever had before. She did her best to once again hold fast to her emotions. "He wasn't much of a talker. Nor was he interested in hashing out a deal. He simply took what he wanted --- does he do this often or should I feel some sort of satisfaction in knowing I am among a select few." There was sarcasm in her voice. That she couldn't hold back even if she wanted to. "Perhaps you can ask him for me --- as I would like to know why my freedom, my magic has been taken from me."
She watched him move through what little space she had left to call her own. There was an innate need to protect the item he was casually inspecting at the moment. Although she was loathed to think it, that was her magic. Hers alone. He had no right to touch it. She refused to consider the scenario he was creating for her. They would find her. "Never underestimate a Kelly, even one who seems pinned down at the moment," she warned. If they couldn't find her, she would simply save herself. "I don't care what tricks your brother has put in place, I will be free of this place soon enough and then I will see to it that he pay for what he has done." A bold threat considering her place in life currently. "Or you could save all the trouble and simply help me walk out of here."
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ELIJAH MIKAELSON
Original Vampire
Posts: 435
Age:
1046
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Tatia Petrova
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 20:43:14 GMT
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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Jul 29, 2022 18:40:29 GMT
Elijah wasn’t sure he could’ve named the last time Niklaus had agreed with a single decision he had made. The tension was there between the two of them long before he had even stepped foot into Mystic Falls to attempt to put a stop to his brother shattering the shackles their mother had put him into centuries before. Years of bickering, those gulfs opening up until he wasn’t sure there was any way to bridge them again. Hope’s birth had begun to slot the pieces splintered by Tatia’s sacrifice of herself for the ritual back together, but this was no way to leave that ground solid.
The only way Niklaus would see this little ‘visit’ was as another betrayal. His big brother shoving his nose in where it didn’t belong. Elijah didn’t need the witch to convince him of that. His lips curled higher at the corners, his head tilting as he strained to listen for voices filtered down from upstairs, the tone that would tell him the men had finally got up the courage to admit their inability to guard a single door to the boss who would likely tear their hearts from their chests for their failure. ”It would not be the first time my brother has taken exception to my actions, and it will not be the last,” he assured her. It was a cycle that would continue without end.
Laughing lightly, Elijah ran a hand over his chest. The fights were a part of that cycle, the two of them locking horns until all of that venom was lanced. He inclined his head to her as the sound rolled away. ”None taken. You would not be the first to hope that my family would eventually tear itself to pieces.” Still, he and Niklaus going to war would not likely give the witch the opening she hoped it would to escape. Even if she got free of the room there was the rest of the mansion and its contingent of hybrids to deal with, perhaps all to be faced without the magic her brother had stripped from her.
As it is was the witch had been left blind by her incarceration. Elijah’s eyes narrowed as she tensed at the news of just how far she’d been brought without knowing. Too far for her family to stage a rescue? Far enough that Niklaus obviously believed himself safe from it all. ”For once in his life,” Elijah said, his voice low. Niklaus’ freedom from their parents had brought with it an aptitude for pontification. Elijah’s lips pressed together as he shook his head. ”There would be no deal. He has a use for you and will likely care little for your opinion in the matter. You are among a very select few.” Although since he had arrived in town the number of witches his brother had gathered up and used until they were wrung out had grown. Elijah had little desire to see more drained and cast aside.
It wouldn’t take a genius to see that Niklaus’ plans for the woman were nefarious. The first thing his brother had done was remove the witch’s main weapon. Elijah turned the item slowly in his hands, knowing it wasn’t as simple as shattering it to retrieve what had been poured into it. ”I think you know why your magic has been taken from you at the very least.” Dark eyes lifted from the relic to the woman before him. ”My brother is not a fool, he’d have known the power you held, the power he undoubtedly seeks to utilise now.” Against the threat of their aunt, it was not a bad ploy, but still, after centuries of hoarding power, Dahlia would see witches such as the one before him as little competition.
Approaching her slowly, Elijah held out the relic. It wasn’t as though Maeve could retrieve her own power from it. Whoever had stripped her of it wouldn’t have left it so open to being destroyed. ”I know better than to underestimate a witch,” Elijah said evenly, ignoring the obvious threat. Still, she had threatened his brother alone, not the two of them. He looked over his shoulder, up to the top of the stairs he’d descended. ”I take it you’ve tried simply walking out? I don’t believe that merely getting the guards out of your path will do anything to allow you beyond that door, although, Miss Kelly, you are welcome to try.” And to fail. By now surely the guards had gathered the courage to call in reinforcements – people he could likely deal with for a time, although that would do no good if a magical barrier at the threshold kept Maeve here as surely as a wall of bars.
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MAEVE KELLY
Witch
Posts: 21
Played by:
Mandy
Last seen Oct 27, 2024 0:22:38 GMT
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Post by MAEVE KELLY on Aug 10, 2022 20:00:20 GMT
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
(WITH ELIJAH MIKAELSON)
"Given what I know of your brother so far, and admittedly my opinion has been colored by my current situation, it's understandable that the two of you clash," Maeve observed. It wasn't her place to pass judgement on the family bonds of others (and she would hate if anyone did it her when it came to her ties) but she figured that her kidnapping bought her a little understanding. It appeared to her that Elijah was not entirely happy to find her there. She would tuck that away in her mind, mull on it a bit and see if she could use it down the road. She was no fool --- Elijah might be more polite than Klaus (given that he didn't knock her unconscious, fly her thousands of miles, steal away her magic and imprison her here) but he was still an Original. That meant he was dangerous. She couldn't forget that.
Maeve as not comforted by the fact Klaus saw use in her. Some might take that as a sign of continued life but she knew where that use lay --- currently it was bottled up in a dark object. She wouldn't be given it back until he needed her to wield it in the way he saw fit. She would never let her magic be a tool for something like that. "I suppose if I don't agree with his methods I will soon become disposable. You best take a good then, Mr. Mikaelson, because I won't be here the next time you wander down the wrong corridor." She would die, she knew that. It was a scary thought but also a strong one. She didn't even have to think twice. The only thing that pained her was thinking of her family waiting for her back home.
She watched as Elijah played with the object in his hands. A part of her wanted to snatch it from him, given what was inside of it. That belonged to her and her alone. "He didn't want me to use it on him, I suppose. I can't beat him but I would drain my battery. It would have been worth it," she confessed. The thought of Klaus doubled over in pain, even temporarily was clearly appealing to her.
She was a bit taken aback when he offered her the relic. She waited a beat and then took it from him, feeling a hum of power beneath her fingers. She nearly wailed in frustration to be so close to a part of her but having no real way to get it. She looked back to Elijah. "I am not stupid so please don't do anything to suggest otherwise. I know if I try to leave, I will be right back where I started and no doubt worse for the wear." She eyed him now. "But if I were to have an escort --- one that was rarely questioned...that might be a different story."
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ELIJAH MIKAELSON
Original Vampire
Posts: 435
Age:
1046
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Tatia Petrova
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 20:43:14 GMT
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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Aug 19, 2022 19:29:58 GMT
The small sound was almost trapped in Elijah’s throat. Edged with a grim amusement, strangled with the desire not to put on a divided front but it was unavoidable here. He either publicly sided with Niklaus in his treatment of the witch or he let his distaste in his brother’s methods shine through. The former should’ve been ingrained, but the latter happened before he could dial it back. What was the sense in turning half of the town that was now home against them? Covens kept themselves isolated from one another but when it came to something like this they would produce a united front. Magic users against them, again.
Elijah’s jaw went tight as he dipped his head and looked at the woman through a screen of his lashes. It was too late to take things back now. If she hadn’t heard the swirling rumours before Niklaus had found and taken her, then she’d seen the division between the two of them now.
His tongue found his upper lip, dragging it into his mouth to feel the bite of his teeth against the tender flesh of the inside of it. Niklaus could try and convince her that everything was right in their world but it wouldn’t work. He had already revealed his hand and so had he. Elijah let out a long breath, straightening up. ”I won’t lie and say it will be any other way. My brother does not take failure or resistance lightly, and he has no qualms against throwing aside what won’t work.” That temper was mercurial, his brother’s patience fleeting and Ms Kelly was making it obvious that she had no intentions of just caving to what was wanted of her. ”You’re so sure?” he asked lightly, despite that obvious answer. Most caved eventually. Including him.
Still, he went and retrieved all that stood between Maeve and her magic. One tiny object. It looked as though it should’ve been fragile, weak, but magic could give that impression all day long. For as long as Niklaus wanted it to the magic would remain out of her reach. Elijah made a low sound of agreement, studying the carvings on the object. He could’ve unpicked each with enough time. ”You’d rather die than give in and allow my brother whatever he wants of you.” Not much question there. This woman was a fighter, and undoubtedly that had appealed to Niklaus. ”He knows you cannot bring him close to death, it would merely be a waste of what chance you would have … should the time come when all that is in here is returned to you.” Perhaps when he was able to convince Niklaus that his latest scheme was nothing but a fool’s errand.
No matter how many ways they had tried, they had been able to do anything to chase away the threat of their aunt. Henrik’s last attempt had instead rippled through the town, turning his nieces and nephew and who knew how many others in town into teenagers overnight. Dahlia would come and the only way others would stand with them against her was with good will, and this was not it. Elijah let his hand drop as Maeve took the relic. He rubbed his fingers restlessly against the hip of his jacket. ”Forgive me, I was not questioning your intelligence, merely the depths of your desperation to be free of here.” And his ability to help with it. The woman had no trouble grasping how deeply troublesome her situation was.
He had known from the moment he had seen Maeve here – without the shackle of chains or any other restraints – that escape was not a simple matter of walking. Elijah looked back from the staircase, his brows drawing together faintly as he offered a hand to her like they could just walk out of here. ”If that is all you believe stands between you and freedom … then we will try. Is there anything else here you need with you?” Other than the magic in her hands.
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MAEVE KELLY
Witch
Posts: 21
Played by:
Mandy
Last seen Oct 27, 2024 0:22:38 GMT
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Post by MAEVE KELLY on Aug 31, 2022 17:33:29 GMT
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
(WITH ELIJAH MIKAELSON)
It was one thing to speak boldly of her own death but it was another to hear him speak of it. In a way, she was in charge of her own future, despite her current circumstance. But when he said it, it sounded different, hollow. Like she was just a pawn to be shoved aside. Someone else would take her place. In the grand scheme of things, what she did would not be remembered.
She swallowed back her fear, tried to keep her head tipped up so she could push forward.
"I have to be sure. My magic isn't a tool for someone to use as they want. My magic is my own. If I can't have it, no one can." She hoped her voice didn't waver. She hoped that she could stand tall enough when push came to shove. She might say this now but she feared that in the face of Klaus she might buckle. Maybe her will to simply survive would override her doing the right thing (for not letting that monster use her magic was the right thing; she knew that).
"I doubt he would want me to waste it all on a foolish attempt. Even I know that I can't shake him but I am beginning to feel as if it would be fun to try. I have a family, Mr. Mikaelson. One that loves and cares for me deeply. Surely you have the same. What would you do if someone ripped them from you? You know they will be hurting in your absence. I can't be blamed for wanting to return some of that hurt. Even if it is only momentary." She basically admitted aloud that she was willing to hurt her brother the moment she got the chance. If only for her mother, her family who were probably losing their mind without her there.
Maeve stood there, wondering how he would take her words. He didn't seem to blame her for her rage. He seemed to understand what was fueling it but in the end, as she pointed out, he had family too. Klaus was a member of that family. He might appear conflicted but who knew how far that went.
So when he offered her his hand, she looked at it with a high level of suspicion. She wanted so badly to be free, to take her magic with her and return to her home. There she would have the whole of the Kelly's to help her figure out how to restore her magic properly. She almost reached out but in the end, she eyed him.
"You're playing a game. Just like your brother."
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ELIJAH MIKAELSON
Original Vampire
Posts: 435
Age:
1046
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Tatia Petrova
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 20:43:14 GMT
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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Sept 15, 2022 17:51:57 GMT
Niklaus had probably seen appeal in that stubborn pride. The rise of a delicately pointed chin and the set of the woman’s lips proving the sort of challenge his brother could not resist. What he no longer had right there, the need he had convinced himself he had for what she held burning. Now it would be Maeve Kelly’s desire to get what was hers back from those greedy hands that burned - although Elijah doubted she would allow him to see it. He was a Mikaelson - not to be trusted - and that meant everything now.
It wasn’t the first time he had needed to prove that he was something more than his brother’s well-dressed enforcer. Elijah’s arms were held loosely by his sides, one index finger tapping lightly against his thigh. ”It would appear that for now someone does already have it,” he said lightly. ”How far are you willing to negotiate to get back what you’re sure will be yours again?” How far could she be pushed before Niklaus broke her and she did as he asked to try and get back that confiscated prize? They all had their breaking points, even him, and Niklaus knew it.
His brother’s name would’ve rung through the manion like a thunderclap, signalling the start of a storm that could bring the entire house down around their ears. Bricks falling, marble turned to dust as the silk drapes fluttered like banners on the field of battle. Elijah could see Maeve’s body in the middle of it all, still and broken while what had been hers remained sealed in that box.
Stiffening faintly, Elijah kept his eyes on the relic he held, scratching a blunt nail over one carved side of it. He had bathed himself in the blood of their enemies for his siblings, sacrificed every moment of happiness and love that presented itself to him. For someone they loved, Maeve’s family would perhaps do the same, which just left Hope in exactly the position Niklaus was trying to protect her for. ”You were aware of who I am, Ms Kelly, that means you know what my family has done to those who have crossed us. For us family is everything.” Those connections had been stretched for too long, leaving them all vulnerable to these fits of foolishness without the others there to check them. Dark eyes narrowed faintly, his mouth pinching. ”You want Niklaus to hurt for what he has done to you … even if it costs you to do so. I can ask you to merely flee this town and leave me to punish my brother for his mistakes, but it seems you would find some satisfaction in it regardless.”[/’b] Understandably.
Would any of them stand up for him if he had been ripped from them as Maeve had from her family? Henrik and Tatia certainly. Despite the wedge it would reintroduce between them, he could not do it. He would find some way out of this room for Maeve with her magic clutched in something other than a wooden box in her hands.
The offer to show her just how trapped she was for now was made. Maeve might rush to the top of the stairs with the relic, if she were lucky, but surely that was where the line was drawn, unless he had truly misunderstood the depths his brother would go to. Elijah’s lips curved faintly as she studied him with suspicion. Not entirely a fool, she refused to take the hand offering to feed her all she wanted. Elijah stepped back slowly instead, half turning as he walked slowly back up those stairs, to keep his gaze on her. ”If you know anything about my family, my reputation, Ms. Kelly, then you will know that I am the honourable one. I do not possess my brother’s skill for subterfuge. I merely want to bring home to you the fact that you are trapped here in more ways than one.” He stopped at the top of the stairs, gesturing to her again. He would not take the first step through the door, to linger on the other side of the threshold with his brother’s guards hovering at his back.
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MAEVE KELLY
Witch
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Played by:
Mandy
Last seen Oct 27, 2024 0:22:38 GMT
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Post by MAEVE KELLY on Oct 10, 2022 19:53:01 GMT
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
(WITH ELIJAH MIKAELSON)
"I won't kill for him. I won't take a life --- at least not an innocent one." The last part of the phrase was said so quietly but firmly. She did not think of herself as a particularly blood thirsty person. She had lived a rather passive life, preferring to keep to herself and hone her craft as she saw fit. She believed in creating life, not taking it away. Her magic was pure and Klaus Mikaelson wanted to taint it. "So if I am to negotiate that is my firm line, Mr. Mikaelson. I think it's fair." She was under no illusion that Klaus' motivations were anything but devious.
She watched him carefully, wishing she had a better read on him. His words gave her hope that he understood her plight, sympathized with it. But she knew the stories. Klaus was not always alone in his most frightening tales. Besides him was a brother, one whose quiet ability to terrorize set him apart from Klaus' frenzied take on things. But he was still there.
"Family is everything to the Kelly's as well," she said and for the first time her composure slipped and there was a sob in her throat that pushed its way out. She thought of her mother (and how she had sang to her as a child), her father, all her siblings. The extended family. She might have drifted to Dublin but surely they knew something was wrong by now. Surely they worried. She missed them. In this moment, revenge seemed to pale in comparison to having her mother wrap her up in her arms and hold her (maybe even sing to her; she knew she was far too old for such things but she needed it right now).
She had gotten it wrong when it came to him. She could see that now. He didn't want to trick her. In a way, what he wished to do seemed more cruel. She had little hope at this point, her anger fueled by that in part. She wanted nothing more than to rush that door, take her box and go. She could leave Elijah to clean up the mess how he saw fit.
But she couldn't.
She refused to take the steps but moved to stand at the bottom of them. She looked up at him, her mouth set in a firm line. "I know I can't cross through that door. Even if you wanted me to. Even if you tried to ensure it. At the moment I am stuck here. All that waits for me at the top of those steps is pain --- and forgive me, Mr. Mikaelson, but I would like to avoid that for now. I won't make any foolish attempts to prove a point. I know. I have always known. But sometimes hope is what you have to cling to. I don't know whether or not to thank you for the reality check. But rest assured it has settled in nicely. My question to you becomes: what now?"
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ELIJAH MIKAELSON
Original Vampire
Posts: 435
Age:
1046
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Tatia Petrova
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 20:43:14 GMT
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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Nov 5, 2022 19:25:32 GMT
Once upon a time he’d believed the same thing, that he wouldn’t bloody his hands again. Elijah glanced down at his own and his lips curled into a brief, bitter little smile. Love for his brother had eroded his own determination not to fall to the same monstrous levels Niklaus had. Now it barely troubled him to deal with those standing in their way, protecting his family was an excuse he could always hide behind. ”But you would take his given the chance … or theirs.” Elijah inclined his head towards the stairs. The men and women who had been turned by his brother probably couldn’t hold claim to their innocence any longer. Niklaus had a way of breaking his toys, forcing them into things until eventually they were useless, ready to be cast aside. Elijah held both hands up to the woman like he was warding off her accusation. ”I am not my brother, I don’t believe violence is the only answer and would not intervene knowing that was the only way.” Niklaus would soon put an end to his argument, but he wouldn’t be the one to step over the lines the witch was setting.
Somehow she had carved them out for herself down here. He had stepped over some already, leaving her watchful in a way he understood. His name was Mikaelson, after all, and the centuries had painted them all with that same brush, the crimes shared between them all.
Elijah Mikaelson might have been known as the noble one, the peacemaker, but hundreds of times over the years he had fought back to back with his brother, the vow they had once made held onto to the end. He would have done anything to protect them, had, but since arriving in Mystic Falls that first time he had found himself torn. If the woman had allowed him to he would’ve reached out to her now as thought of her own family cracked something within her. Elijah’s jaw went tight as he slipped a hand into his pocket to retrieve a handkerchief. He held it out to her, unsure if she would take even that. ”I will do everything possible to make sure you are returned to them.” Not that he could say in what state. That tightened something in his chest, bolstering his resolve.
She seemed to believe that everything he offered now was out of some attempt to trick her. Like he had been sent by his brother as a way to break some of that resolve she was holding onto with a white knuckled grip. Perhaps he would break her in a way, by removing some of the hope she was still holding on to. It didn’t matter that he would then replace it, only that he was stealing it away now.
On the staircase he hovered, that hope remaining up at the top of the stairs, waiting for her to rush past him. Elijah watched, waited, sighed as she admitted to what she might have been holding from herself. ”You’re wise not to try, others haven’t had the fortitude to avoid it in the past. They merely wanted their freedom from my brother, no matter how little chance they had of obtaining it.” His jaw was tight as he nodded to the woman. Fingers curled tighter around the stair rail, dark eyes drifting to the relic that held the magic that could give her the freedom she desired. ”I ask you for your patience,” Elijah said finally, his gaze rising to meet her far lighter eyes. ”Allow me to try and bargain your freedom with my brother. I cannot guarantee that I can stay his hand, but I ask for your forbearance while I try. Can I take some message to your family?” A foolish move perhaps, given that they might try and dash themselves against those walls his brother held up around him, but one that had a chance at reassuring her. More hope, more chance of losing it.
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MAEVE KELLY
Witch
Posts: 21
Played by:
Mandy
Last seen Oct 27, 2024 0:22:38 GMT
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Post by MAEVE KELLY on Dec 11, 2022 18:55:47 GMT
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
(WITH ELIJAH MIKAELSON)
Maeve's eyes drifted upwards to her guards before moving back to the brother. "They are not innocent are they?" she asked, by way of giving him an answer. She was no killer, not by any means. She fully believed that the purpose of her magic was to do good. But if came down to it, if she was pushed, she could cross that line. She could do what she needed in order to ensure that she was free (and that others were safe). "I won't comment on your brother because it seems rude and thus far you've been polite, Mr. Mikaelson." There was enough of an edge in her voice for him to infer the answer to that question as well. She could tell that the relationship between brothers was complicated but that in the end, Elijah would end her life if she tried to end Klaus'. She could respect that in some ways --- if anyone threatened her siblings she would do the same.
So maybe she was a killer --- she just hadn't had the chance yet.
The thought settled uncomfortably in her stomach, to be dissected at length when this whole ordeal was over. She could take stock of what kind of person she thought she was and what kind of person she had turned out to be. For now, her only focus should be finding her way out of this place.
She tilted her head, blond hair spilling over her shoulder. It smelled musty, a reminder of her time here. She longed for the comforts of her home, the familiarity of it. Her eyes narrowed a little, as if she were trying to take the true measure of the man before her. "You believe your words, don't you?" she asked quietly. There was a flicker of hope, the beginnings of something she knew better than to hold too tightly her hands for fear that it would crumble. "Forgive me if I do not trust in them the way you seem to but I would appreciate the assist. I am sure if you looked hard enough, you could find a witch more than willing to help Klaus without question. Not every one of us chose the right path." It was clear from her tone of voice what she thought of those kind of witches. "Why he would resort to this instead...? I am sure that is a mess for you to figure out."
Now that they knew where they stood (or more accurately where she stood), Elijah revealed how he would help. She wanted to laugh, thinking that no one could talk any sense into the monster that was his brother but also knowing that she was not privy to their relationship. Maybe he had a chance.
And he was dangling something else too. Something that had her softening her stance, her features.
She thought for a moment. "Just let them know that I am alive. I don't want them trying to come here for me. I don't want them to die. If you could find a way for them to know that I am okay without giving anything else away than...well, I would appreciate that, Mr. Mikaelson."
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ELIJAH MIKAELSON
Original Vampire
Posts: 435
Age:
1046
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Tatia Petrova
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 20:43:14 GMT
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Post by ELIJAH MIKAELSON on Jan 8, 2023 16:57:30 GMT
He could have attempted to protest his brother’s innocence, or at least explain to the witch what had slowly torn away pieces of his brother’s heart, but he had spent a thousand years doing that and in the end Elijah hadn’t managed to redeem Niklaus’ reputation at all. They would see just the monster, not the sweet boy he had been before the man who was misplacing his rage at the child that wasn’t his, slowly beat it out of him. The monster had locked Maeve in the basement, the monster in all of his siblings had left places bloody the world over. And the people his brother employed now were no better.
Elijah didn’t need to look over his shoulder to where the guards were undoubtedly gathering on the other side of the door. If there was one thing Niklaus would have instilled in his people it was a sense of when to take things up the chain of command. Soon enough Niklaus himself would be there, warning him to keep his nose out of his business. ”I doubt it,” Elijah agreed, his mouth pursing for a moment. It meant that she would have no qualms in taking them down. His lips remained pursed as he inclined his head in gratitude. She recognised that he still cared for his brother at least that far, and had the respect not to throw her own opinions of him in his face. ”As have you,” he assured her. ”It won’t get you far with my brother, but I do appreciate it.” Eventually, after enough time down here, held under his brother’s thumb, those manners would erode until she ended up doing something one of them would regret.
For her sake Elijah hoped that either way her stay with his brother would be short. Niklaus would rapidly run out of patience waiting for the witch to cave to his demands. That left him with little time in which to convince his brother to let her go. It was the only sure way to end this peacefully – a rarity when it came to his family.
She narrowed her eyes at him now and Elijah remained still, accepting her scrutiny now. His reputation perhaps placed him a notch above his siblings, but his loyalty was just as well known. He nodded slowly at the witch at her quiet question. ”I do,” he assured her. ”I would not have spoken them otherwise.” It seemed she did not though, and he could not blame her for that. Elijah made a small, amused sound. ”I have given you no evidence yet for you to trust in them. My brother has found plenty willing in the past, but that does not guarantee the loyalty my brother looks to find, or the power he believes he needs.” His expression softened slightly as she asked why. There were a myriad of reasons he imagined Niklaus would roll out for them both, but at the end of the day he imagined it would seem easier to control a frightened associate than one who believed themselves your equal. ”I cannot tell you, but it is a question I’ll put to him,” Elijah promised. That conversation would be one likely to end in violence, as it so often did with Niklaus.
Beyond the door he could hear movement, some warning that their time was drawing short. Soon one of them would be brave enough to break through and attempt to mete out punishment to them both. He could see the witch’s expression softening, knew that his offer meant something. He would keep that promise too. Elijah nodded at her request. ”That will be done,” he promised. ”I will reassure them as much as I can.” Without putting them in the sort of harm she seemed to be imagining. It was easy to toss aside regard for your own life when a loved one was under threat. Elijah began to turn as the door was thrown open. ”I’ll be back when I can. Try not to anger him too much in the meantime, Ms Kelly.” The wall of hybrids at the door blocked the light, but Elijah was already walking towards them, sighing wryly. ”I would ask that you part to let me through.” Inevitably they didn’t and the fight spilled out into the hallway again as he blurred towards them, carrying all of the violence away from the witch, slamming the door behind him before he snapped the neck of the first hybrid to lay hands on him.
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hope to see you in the discord! 
