"I would burn the world to the ground for you and it still wouldn't be enough."
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 things you cannot have is what Kalliope knew incredibly well. Spending years trapped within her naturally timid...
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KALLIOPE'S LOVE KNEW NO BOUNDS. As she and Elijah pulled up to the Old Witch House, Kalliope was set on a mission. She wanted to save the girl who was to die far too young. There was some guilt within her. If it hadn't been for Kalli, maybe the doppelganger wouldn't have been found.
Maybe Jenna wouldn't have to lose her niece and Jeremy his cousin.
Kalli thought there was something she could do. Instead of waiting around for remedies to appear, she would force fate's hand to do her will. By whatever means necessary.
"I believe Bonnie is inside," Kalli sighed.
Glancing at Elijah, she noticed the perturbed expression marring his features. And it was not because reading Elijah was incredibly obvious. However, Kalliope had found where to look when accessing him. The tightness of his lips. The stiffness in his posture. The veining in his large hands. How he fiddles with his cufflinks or buttons.
The Genie raised her hand to place over his own. She felt a sudden sting first in her fingertips and then journeying up her arm. It was brash and all-consuming, leaving an after-effect of warmth and numbness. Elijah's brown eyes met hers with intense understanding. Both of them were to be making sacrifice plays today.
She stared into his eyes, grounding herself in the reality of their situation. Their cause. "Whatever it is you may choose tonight... as long as it's from your heart, I will understand it," Kalli spoke the words low, slow, and tenderly, as if afraid if said any louder would be punishable by death.
Elijah released a heavy breath through his nose. A resounding hum accompanied the sound. It drew goose flesh all over her body. She was drowning in his sighs, seeking no sign of rescue."Niklaus does not make it easy, you of few people know first hand..."
Elijah rubbed at his chin in earnest, as if his stubble hand had begun to grow. He glanced at their hands on the center console, taking in the sting, taking in the warmth. Her palm was so much smaller than his yet so very soft and comforting. His eyebrows furrowed, previous reservations working to shield his heart from such sentiments. The battle between heart and mind chipped away at him until his thumb raised to caress the back of her hand in slow sweeps.
"But he has my family," Elijah swallowed. "And I will not abandon them, not again."
He let go of her hand then as if his reservations only granted him a brief lapse in judgment. A clench in his jaw as he worked his teeth.
Kalliope watched the internal fight within him with a wariness. Never mind that her heart fluttered at the caress of his thumb or that her breath was stolen with every baritone whisper he allowed her to hear. Fear crippled her now more than ever and none of it had to do with potentially sacrificing everything to save Elena.
