Drabble; “Post Elijah choosing Klaus”
“Goodbye, Katerina.”
His words echo and reverberate through her mind long after he’s gone. It still hasn’t quite registered that he’s left her. That after everything he’s walked away. She handed him her life, her freedom, her love, and yet, he still chooses his brother over her. She was willing to give him everything, to be his everything, to give him all she has and more, to start a new life, to leave five hundred and forty years of pain and suffering behind her. She’s willing to do that, for him, only for him. But he throws it all away; leaves her shattered and broken with nothing but a chaste kiss to the forehead, a tender caress of her cheek and only her memories to see her through.
Katherine lies there in a crumpled heap on the floor where he left her. The scent of his aftershave and skin linger in her nose. Her lips slightly parted as if she is still anticipating his kiss; the kiss that would have sealed their future. And yet it doesn’t come. He doesn’t take her into his arms. Doesn’t tell her he loves her. Doesn’t give himself to her as she did to him. She feels numb. The pain is inevitable; but she can’t feel it. Not yet anyway.
For now, she has to be strong. Has to get out of this town that has caused her so much pain over the years. Has to leave, before anyone else decides to rip out her heart and trample all over it. Whether physical or metaphorical, it doesn’t matter – though the former seems more appealing – she still has her life, has her strength, her passion. She’s made it through much worse; she can continue to live without him.
Katherine finally pushes to her feet. The room is dark. No lights flicker throughout the areas of the mansion that are in her sight. She can’t identify where Rebekah’s gone. All she knows is that he’s no longer here. She can’t feel his presence. Hear his breath. She shakes her head, eyes fluttering closed. This isn’t her. She’s braver than this. Stronger. She’s adapted so much over the past five centuries; this is nothing more than a fashion statement to overcome. She can survive without him.
The clack of her heels echo throughout the house as she makes her way slowly to the front door, and she’s surprised no-one stops her on her commute through the halls. The mansion is quiet, empty, desolate; just like her. Just like her heart. Just like her mind. She’s lonely once more, but she can’t think about that. If she does, her feet wont leave, instead they’ll guide her up to his room, she’ll crawl into his bed, be surrounded by his scent, and there she can imagine that it’s his arms that enrapture her, not the sheets… And for a moment, she strokes her finger along the banister and she glances up the stairs and wonders if it would be so bad for her to stay here. Maybe if she waits, he’ll return.
She runs her tongue across her lips, fingers play with the curls at the crown of her head, before she takes a deep, shuddering breath, and continues to the front door. Hand grips the handle and with one last longing look over her shoulder; she leaves.
Leaving everything she felt for that one man behind her.
She feels the icy, stone walls re-construct themselves around her heart. The sway in her hips returns. And she has an intense craving for blood, bourbon and sex, in that order. And for a while; she can pretend she feels nothing.
What happened to you Elijah? I mean I thought you were supposed to be a man of honor. And yet you’ve been hooking up with Katherine this entire time?
^Elena shut your slutty slut mouth
“You are the moon of my life. That is all I know.. and all I need to know”
He's alone in his house out there,far, far away,he sleeps with his eyes open.
Hi, i'm Beckiie i'm not trying to impress you, but i'm british ;)
- Multi-fandom blog - Katherine Pierce is my Queen Elijah Mikaelson is my King And my OTP is Kalijah <3 The Elijah to my Katherine (The gif isn't mine! )