⊰ * (  machiavellicx ) | x

                            there it was. all she had been longing for. few words
                spoken from lips but all revealed in his austere gaze, a man of stone
                c r u m b l i n g  within, towers which protected him being cast asunder.
            he was pleading, wanting, needing. everything she had doubted time & time
                again reciprocated in mere moments, mirrored, transparent & gleaming
                               through any opacity he fought to shield those thoughts. 

            he had been her everything - commanding every thought,
          consuming every waking moment, haunting every dream - since the
         moment his lips had caressed her knuckles centuries ago. hopelessly
            bound, the tattered remnants of her soul clung to him, even as she
          arose from the depths of Hell she was cast too. it was a battle to recall
           the moments not shrouded in tragedy, soft whispers, fleeting touches,
                                nights tangled carelessly together, laughter. 

                                             & yet so much pain, so much torture & torment. agony
                                   had saturated their history, beasts learning to trust, learning to love
                          again & again. but what thudded in the hollow of chest now, stuttering as he
                                spoke, held his brand, rested in his possession - never once falling for
                                                                     another as she had for him. 

                                             ———- he had to have known.

                         losing him had become habit - the eternal push & pull.
            but once he pushed for the last time, unable to pull her back - perhaps
             he found the error in his sickening game, learning just how empty his
           existence was without her. & here, Katherine had believed he had grown
        accustomed to forsaking her, losing her, presuming her death meant so little
                that he could not even be present in her final moments. though at
                   least his illusion was, even his phantom conjured by one who
                                           abhorred her would be enough.

                                                 gently, a hand rose to settle on his cheek, thumb
                                    caressing his cheekbone as if a silent means to quiet the growing
                                     storm invading his addled psyche, hoping to lull every voice to
                                                silence. it was a movement to proclaim her LOVE
                                                                   without ever uttering a word.

                  ❛  i’m Katherine Pierce. i’m a survivor. ❜

                                             i will always find my way back to you.

                              her tone was playful, in the effort to lighten the weight
                   which surrounded them presently, falling even further in love with
                  him, infecting the very marrow of her new frame. yet the discussion
                            which prodded her own being rushed forth, slipping past
                                             whatever guards were to seize it. 

                          ❛  turn me, Elijah & you won’t have to worry. 
                             this human witch thing has gotten boring anyway. ❜

                                                                                                 … oops ?