#mapetitpoupee

BUT AYA <33

Send me “good morning” for my muse’s reaction to waking up next to yours.

       Elijah didn’t remember having sat beside her. He recalled returning to his chair. The one he sat beside her bed, listening to her breathing as she slept. This much he knew. It had become his station, his constant position as her protector and confidant. Or perhaps he assumed the roles that Niklaus had refused. In either case, it was hardly fitting for her body to be nestled into his, head curled against his chest as were they lovers.

       For several moments he remained still, his breathing perhaps the only tell of his alertness. Her own remained steady and deep, riding out the tide of dreams that he so envied of her. Finally forcing his eyes from the rise and fall of her shoulders, Elijah turned his head to the door, finding it closed and locked and a shallow sigh of relief leaving him. It was then that he felt her stir.

▤ = falling asleep on them

     Her head had been heavy on his shoulder for some time. He had no memory of her drinking. Klaus often managed to inebriate his company but so often Elijah found him stealing drinks from Vivianne. As if he had been uncomfortable by the idea of her drinking, unsettled by her cunning and worried that she might start something he might have to finish. Perhaps it was his paranoia, but Elijah found it particularly intriguing that now his bride lay sleeping against him.

      His thoughts wondered but twice before he still himself into motionlessness. The first on the sound of her breathing, the evenness of it. It was unconditionally peaceful and Elijah wondered if he might fall asleep himself. Sleep to the sound of her own sanctum. His body almost lulled at the thought of it, her warm body sleeping against his own, so small and kept.

like scott pilgrim lol you just need one more to complete the league ;D

this might be my favorite thing today tbh