secret salvatore

Elijah gave her a curt nod. “Your welcome,” He said before going back to his cooking. “It’s sad to say but liquor can sometimes center someone in reality. Help them relax,” He said to her as he poured himself one, something to curve the cravings. “My apologies. Elijah Mikaelson,” He said as he held out his hand to her.

📷 — “I just like the way it numbs my throat, and head...” She already felt so exhausted, more and more with each passing day, that it was difficult to look forward to much else. A little escape didn’t hurt anyone. Her eyes went to his extended hand, and then after taking that third sip, she took it. “Sarah. Uh, Sarah Nelson,” she revised, seeing as he gave his full name. “I’m kinda new around here -- if I haven’t given that away already.”

The witch blushed and giggled ❝ Um well, as embarrassing as it may sound the answer is yes ❞ She replied with a smile. Cellhphones, huh? And now more mini-computers. It truly had changed much all these years. Made her think what else was new ❝ How is that possible? The computers I remember was a giant box and ugly. I never used one, but I saw one a few times ❞

Elijah nodded at her before he  moved to one of the shelves and pulled out the bourbon he had found in the kitchen. “It’s seems the headmaster keeps this in stock,” He said to the young woman before him. He grabbed two glasses and poured the right amount before passing one off to her.

📷 — Curious eyes widened at the sight of the bottle. Clearly, and reasonably so, she wasn’t the only one who needed a little me time now and again. It was enough to figure Alaric was hitting heavy, what with the whole school of magic kids and all. “Thanks,” she murmured, still not knowing how to react to the man’s stoic straight-to-the-point nature. The glass balanced between her fingers, and she sipped at the aged whiskey. It burn liked a reprieve. “That.. is actually hitting the spot. Why am I surprised.”

Elijah found himself in the kitchen of the Salvatore school, cooking up something.. He was trying to keep himself busy, the fear constantly running through his mind. But by cooking and trying to find some normalcy, he found himself focused. He heard the footsteps before they even made it into the kitchen. “Need something?”

📷 — She wasn’t too startled by the question -- his presence, however, and the way he had addressed her was enough to make up for the fact. “Just coming in for some water,” she assured him, “But the more I think about it, the more I think I need something stronger.” The rest was added softly; more thought aloud than anything.

❝ This society evolved far more than I’d expected. People are walking around with an odd device in their hands ❞ Isadora frowned. She loved everything the mankind had developed, but at the same time was it a tad sad. The mankind no longer seemed to have a conversation with each other the way they used to have when she was alive. Then people walked over to each other and knocked on the door, asking if their friend could come out and play. Now? They only seemed to speak through this device ❝ What is it? I can’t take my eyes away from them. It has gone so far that someone thought I was staring at them and presumably thought I would steal it. It looks somewhat similar to a telephone, but it can’t be, right? Telephones has a chord connected to them ❞ She had been alive for a few weeks now, but she still had much things to learn.

— save her from this nonsense  // 👀 ♥ 📷 ( sarah nelson ; the secret salvatore )