Eternal || Elijah Mikaelson

XCII - Carillon Eve

This chapter is okay, but the next one is gonna be a filler. Nothing all that exciting happening. :/ Sorry.

I imagine the song "I'll Be Good" by Jaymes Young playing every time that they dance together. ^_^

Okies. Well. Enjoy.

BUT SERIOUSLY THOUGH THIS IS FLUFFY AF

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Chapter Ninety-Two

While Hope, Cami, and Elijah went to sleep, I stayed in the living room, staring at the fire while more and more thoughts of Maria consumed me.

In New Orleans, tonight was Carillon Eve. The locals would shroud the eyes of angels so that the dead could walk among the living for one night without judgement. The church bells would ring throughout the night to wake the dead and guide them to eternal rest. I wondered that, even if she had died in Spain, she would be in the French Quarter. Perhaps she would try and find us, her closest friends. I wouldn't be there, of course... But at least I would know that she would find rest, if she hasn't already.

"You're thinking of her again, are you not?" Elijah said.

It appeared that I was wrong. He hadn't gone to bed, he was standing right behind me and looking down at me.

"Yes," I muttered.

"It wasn't your fault," he said.

"You don't know that."

"Yes, I do know that," he told me. "You were right. She made her choice."

I pursed my lips. "Still... It seems that Carillon Eve is bringing out the guilt in me."

He stayed in silence for a moment, then the corners of his lips twitched upwards. "Do you remember when we used to throw a ball on Carillon Eve?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes..." I bit my lip a little. "It was the only thing I liked about that night."

"Well, perhaps we should bring you a bit of joy," he said, and stuck out his hand. "Dance with me, Roseia."

I smiled ever so slightly, and took his hand. He pulled me close to him, and my heart fluttered at the movement. His left arm went around my waist and his hand laid on the lower part of my shoulder blade. He took my hand in his while I laid my other on his shoulder, and I relaxed.

Even though there wasn't any music playing, we swayed to an imaginary beat, doing so in sync.

"I remember what you told me all those years ago, after Katerina left us," I said, looking over his shoulder and out the window to see the trees swaying in the cool night air. "You said that, when you love someone and that person loves you in return, you are uniquely vulnerable. If you had said that to me a year ago, I would have believed you."

"And what about now?" he asked.

I shook my head. "With all due respect, I believe that you are wrong in that way, Elijah."

He wasn't offended. An amused smile came onto his lips. "And why is that?"

"Over the past few years, I've begun to realize that... Having that kind of connection doesn't make you vulnerable. It makes you stronger," I said.

He pulled me a little closer, and my arm moved so that it was around the back of his neck. He held me tighter, and I felt comfortable. I was relaxed with him, I wasn't frightened of saying the wrong thing or making the wrong action.