Gods & Monsters ✧ Elijah Mikaelson

XXXIII ✧ Uncross The Stars

This chapter is long af guys

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Chapter Thirty-Eight

When Elijah awoke, it was the middle of the night. The lights were not on, but Avarice had lit candles. She was slipping on a black button-up shirt, since her other one had ended up getting torn. She was wearing pants as well, and he watched silently while she looked in the mirror and clasped her necklace around her throat.

"You still wear it," he said, a soft smile coming on his face.

She looked at him over her shoulder, her lips curving upwards. "Of course."

He beamed right back at her, watching her carefully before his attention was brought elsewhere. He glanced out to the balcony, and then his eyes were trained along the stars that dotted the cleared night sky.

"I don't think I have ever noticed how different the stars are here," he said.

"That is because we have entirely different constellations," she replied, standing up. "The stars here are unrecognizable to people from your world."

He continued to look at the few that he could see from the balcony doors before he realized she was smiling at him.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Get dressed," she said, and it seemed more like a playful order.

"Why?"

"It's a surprise," she replied with a grin.

When Elijah was finished, he looked over to see Avarice with her right side facing the fire. She had her hands clasped together at her chest, as if she were praying. She was whispering something. Her words were quiet, and yet harsh, as if anger was feeling the magic behind the phrases. She was speaking in a language he did not understand and had never heard before.

"Come here," she said.

He stood in front of her.

"I will be using a great deal of magic to take us where I want to go, and you will need to be connected to me," she explained.

He reached down to take her hands, but she merely smiled at him and pulled them away.

"It needs to be little more intimate than that, darling," she hummed.

Then she kissed him, and a shudder ran down his spine. He remembered the first time he kissed her. It had been needy and passionate, but this was gentle. Even so, it was full of fire that threatened to burn both his self control and his will down to ash. He had never been so enamoured by one person in his entire life, and one simple kiss was enough to remind him of that. It almost seemed juvenile to him, but he did not care. He had never felt something so strongly and have never been so thoroughly surprised by the actions and pure perfection of another person. Not the way he did with Avarice.

He felt heat form all around his body, and his hands were at her waist. The backs of his hands, outsides of his arms, and his spine began to feel as if they were right against a fire place.

When she pulled away, he saw black dust fade away from around both of them, and he was more than a little surprised to see where she had taken him.

"The Seven and I made a pact thousands of years ago to always stay near each other in case there was ever an attack, or another issue that needed to be dealt with. That way, we would always be together to deal with any problems if the need was there. We have stayed in the same area ever since, but below us is a city a few hours away from my home."