𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 | Elijah Mikaelson [1]

XLII

sorry for all the time skips i'm like dying of writers block

Morrigan Brooks

Flashback to 1680

AS I traced patterns on Elijah's chest, he stirred from his slumber, peeking a single eye open.

"I slept quite late today. Why didn't you wake me? I thought you wanted to go out?" He mumbles, his voice rough from sleep.

"Because you've been doing so much lately, and personally, I think this is just as good, if not better," I smile, pressing my lips lightly to his.

"Hm, I have to agree," he says, pulling me closer by my waist.

End of flashback

FOR some reason, as I watched Elijah's door handle turn as if it were in slow motion, I found myself remembering this very simple, but very dear memory. It was like the eye of the storm surrounding me at this second.

He opens the door, but he doesn't see me immediately, instead, he freezes as he walks in. Looking around, he turns the light on and his eyes immediately lock with mine.

"Mor," he breathes and I give him a meek smile.

"Hi," I say—the most stupid thing to say when there's so much left unsaid between us. "I'm really sorry," I say, not being able to move from my place.

"What are you- What are you doing here? What's wrong?" He asks, panic in his voice and I shake my head, holding back tears that threatened to spill.

"Nothing is wrong, I just... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I screamed, I'm sorry I didn't let you explain yourself, I'm sorry I almost set you on fire."

"No, no baby," he breathes taking a few steps closer. "None of it is your fault. None of it."

"But it is, I-" I say, trying to explain myself and he walks forward and tentatively places his hands on my arms as if I would pull away.

"No. Morrigan. I shouldn't have lied. I shouldn't have kept your whole past from you when I knew how much it bothered you."

"Yeah. How would that have gone over?" I ask rhetorically. "'Hey, Mor, we knew each other for three hundred years and we were engaged, and somehow that's connected to your memories, I have no proof, you'll just have to take my word for it, you want syrup with those pancakes?' And then I probably would have broken up with you for being delusional or manipulative or something," I say, placing my hands on his upper arms before tentatively leaning closer.

I move my face a hair's breadth away, allowing him to close the gap which he does instantly.

Our lips meet for a few hot, passionate seconds before I pull away, breathing heavily.

"I love you, Elijah, I love you so much and that was literally all I could think about these past few weeks," I breathe. He smiles, resting his forehead against mine and pressing a kiss to my lips. Not like before. This one was short and sweet.

"I love you, Morrigan. From the moment I saw you, I couldn't believe it but I was so happy every single day that I got to see you again," he says, pressing another kiss to me. "I, of all people, am not religious, but every day, I thanked whatever god gave you back to me."