FROZEN HEART • elijah mikaelson

5 | YES, DEAR

CHAPTER FIVE : yes, dear

The room is silent for a while after Emerita's last words - everyone present was more curious than they've ever been in their immortal lives. They also knew better than to ask, liking their immortal lives very much.

Marcel moved, now standing back-to-back with Elijah, seems to be gearing up for a fight as the members of The Strix close in on them. Emerita stays by Elijah's side, not bothered at all. Unless they had a White Oak stake with them, there is really nothing for her to worry about.

Marcel turns to Elijah. "You go left, I go right." He looks at Emerita, who as apparently Elijah's wife - and oh man, wasn't that just the mind fuck of the millenia. Does the Mikaelson's secrets ever end? "You take the middle."

Emerita nods in agreement, "Sounds good. While I do loathe violence and fighting, I'm not above using it to get myself out of a nasty situation."

Elijah, who seems to be suspicious of Marcel's intentions with The Strix, yanks his hand out of Aya's chest, and she breathes a sigh of relief when she realizes he considerately left her heart intact. He then glances over at Marcel suspiciously. "Why don't you stay where I can see you?"

Marcel, visibly offended and hurt by what Elijah is implying, glares at him angrily. Emerita frowned at her husband - the poor man was only offering them his help - not that two Original's couldn't take care of a dozen vampire's by themselves, but to Emerita it's the thought that counts.

"Come now, Elijah, I may not know the lad, but he doesn't seem that bad." Emerita mused lightly, hands crossed loosely over her chest, looking like the picture of calm and relaxed. She gave Tristan a pointed glance. "Unlike some people, who's reputation proceeds them."

"Emerita, you do not know half of the offences Marcellus has committed against our family, so you will excuse me for not trusting him." Elijah told his wife, the hope inside of him never more bright than it was right now. After all this time, she was still the same. She still believed in people, she was still kind and forgiving and just downright good. She's just been hiding it beneath empty stares and an cold demeanor, turning her heart into ice, clearly wanting to keep Elijah away from it, not looking to be hurt by him again.

She didn't need to be afraid. Elijah vowed to himself a long time ago that he would never hurt her ever again, should she someday return to him.

"Well, he must still be breathing for some reason." The female Original said  pointedly, giving her husband a look. She nose wrinkled a little at the blood on his hands. 

"This doesn't need to become nasty." Tristan was bemused, commenting on Emerita's earlier words. "It's been ages since I've enjoyed a good scrap, but, uh... It's not why I'm here."

Tristan rolls his eyes and reflexively hands Elijah his pocket square, assuming he would want to clean himself up. Elijah seems slightly embarrassed by this reminder, but he ultimately takes the handkerchief and uses it to mop Aya's blood off his hands.

Tristan turns to the others, "Mr. Mikaelson and I require the room. Please leave us."

The Strix vampires, including the still-recovering Aya, exit the room without another word, but Marcel stays behind with Elijah and Emerita stays by her husband's side. No way would she leave his side unless forcibly removed.