Obscure | ᵀʰᵉ ᴼʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡˢ/ᵀʷⁱˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵒᵛᵉʳ ⁽ᴱˡⁱʲᵃʰ ᴹⁱᵏᵉᵃˡˢᵒⁿ⁾ [1]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗; 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜

Salem Witch Trials. Something that happened in history all because a group of girls acted their part and said they worked with the devil. Causing the death of several women and a few men. More than thirty thousand slaughtered. And Rosalice was gonna name her child Salem. The irony that the Mikealson possibly killed almost the same amount. Though she heavily doubted that her own children would strip innocent lives.

The lie she told Rebekah now coming to be the full truth. She liked the name, liked how it sounded.

Elijah sat beside her, the two taking in the silence. His hands found themselves planted on her arm, tracing the scars. "Penny for your thoughts?" He inquired. Hazel brown eyes looking past his dark hair and onto her figure.

"A name." She answers. Turning her head towards him.

He hums, noting, "Rebekah said something about Salem?" He tilts his head. "I like it."

She frowns. "You don't have any names to suggest?"

Connecting their fingers, holding her hand. Her below room temperature hand felt nice against his warmth. It didn't take him any longer to think, didn't take him moments. From the day he knew that he was going to have a child the name screamed through his head, the memories screaming at the edge of his mind. "Henrik," he murmurs quietly. "It's my younger brother's name."

Furrowing her eyebrows, Rosalice recalled, "I thought it was Kol."

This time he frowned. Pain inflicting in his soft mesmerizing eyes. The same look painted on his face. Almost losing himself in thought. He told her trying to hide the sadness in his voice, "He's the reason why vampirism exist." 

"I thought Esther created it..." Slots now clicking into place. "He died?" She wasn't trying to be insensitive about the situation. Rosalice hadn't experienced someone in her family dying. She experienced a lot of things but that... her parents nor her family taught her how to act with it.

"Murdered." Elijah stares into her eyes. This news never being hidden. Out there for the world to know but neglect. "By Werewolves." clearing his throat. "My father already experienced a child's death, my eldest sister, Freya. He didn't want to lose anymore." Clearing his throat. "He forced Esther to work on the spell to make us stronger than them, to be better than them." Recalling the memory, Elijah knew so well. He was forced to watch as his youngest sister was forced to drink first then slaughtered with a dagger to the heart. Kol was next. Then Klaus. Then him. Finn the last one out of his siblings to be made. Then Mikeal turned. Esther granted mercy from the spell. He knew what it felt like in the moment. To be mortal. To fear death and never returning. Drinking the spelled metallic blood with fire crackling behind them, that being the only light source. Watching as his father gripped his shoulder and pointed the dagger towards his heart. That was the last time he knew true fear. Then he was stabbed by his own father, killed by Mikeal. "But with our rebirth came the insatiable hunger."

Rosalice sat closer to the original, wiping away the tears that managed to make it down his face. She smiles softly. "Salem Henrik Mikealson. Perfect." His lips part as the corners of them went upwards breaking out into a sad smile. "Now. Pick out an S name." She lightly orders him.

"S name?" He raises an eyebrow.

Shrugging her shoulders, "It's something I've always wanted when I imagine myself with kids. All of them have the same first letter." Placing her chin onto her hand.

"Sage."

"What?"

"Sage."

Rosalice hums out, "Like the herb?"