➤ in which a passionate music and literature teacher visits the famous and all too well known mikaelson ball, and the hosts just happen to be her soulmates.
OR...
in which a hopeless romantic...
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TO SAY ELIJAH WAS nervous was definitely a great understatement.
but to say elijah was angry... was an exact statement.
"kol, i swear, if you do not go home right now this second, i will rip your head off, burn your body and enjoy it while i take a picture of the fire and me, smiling." elijah hissed at kol quietly with his eyes narrowed.
to kol's disadvantage, elijah had grabbed him by his left ear violently after the older original vampire had found out kol had been spying after him.
"oh please, you could never even figure out how to use a cellphone even though you've been conscious a lot more longer than i have been —" kol countered.
which... really wasn't a smart move of him because elijah still had him by his ear, and kol's little, snarky remark caused elijah to pull him by his ear once more, only this time a little bit longer.
"what did you just say?" elijah clenched his jaw in annoyance.
"ouch — god! let — go — of — me! jesus, have you always been this uptight, brother?"
"i'll show you some upti —" elijah hissed and was about to say something vulgar for once in his life ( or, well... vampire life? ) before he got rudely interrupted by a different voice.
"what the hell is going on?" another voice chimed in, barging right into elijah's and kol's discussion and successfully interrupting the two of them.
and there stood klaus mikaelson in all his glory, leaning on one of the book shelves of the café with an arched eyebrow.
elijah sighed in exasperation.
i am so done with this.
"you followed me here? seriously?" elijah sighed as he finally let kol go.
