Blowing out another shaky breath he just hides himself in the hollow of his lover's embrace. There is nothing here, nothing on any planet, in any dimension that could ever force Elijah to leave Kyle. He will fight tooth and nail to keep what they have, and he will kill if he has to. Tonight though, tonight Elijah is just tired. He's had more truth pulled out of him than he's ever shared before in a thousand years of truth. Never has he been more honest with a world around him, than tonight and it's impossibly frightening to a vampire who has spent a lifetime building walls to protect himself.
"You are my home. You are my life. Body, blood, and soul. Forever." He says the last part of that a few times, like a little mantra of himself to keep him sane as he begins to review his conversation with Hayley, the worst part of the night itself. First he learned of his death, and then he learned the truth that she had been hiding. He felt so unworthy, and just really didn't want to go home to live more than anything, because he was the most unworthy soul. She was right, he broke his vow to her here-- not that he'd change what had happened. How could he when he had Kyle now. But, it made him so much less of the man he had always wanted to be.
Elijah never wanted to see that little truth thing again. It had all but ruined his life today, it had taken his happiness here, and his little honeymoon that he'd been enjoying and ripped it away. It had jammed him right back into his life in New Orleans with all the devilish creatures and truths he had to face about himself.
"I... I tried to kill Hayley. She's my wife, Kyle, and I abandoned her for you. I love you so much that I abandoned my wife. She said that I abandoned her there too. That I left my family, and ran off with another woman, left everyone behind. That I didn't even pick her in my mind. That I ran behind my red door and shut off the world and lived there, and tried to kill her in there. I can't... Kyle. I am a monster. How can you love me?" He blinks, looking at the one he loves more than anything. Pleading his life, and knowing that Kyle will still love him, even though Elijah is having a difficult time loving himself right now.
It's not been centuries, but for Kyle it's still been his lifetime that he's ached to have someone he loves this much. He'll take every moment he has for him, and that means all of the bad with the good. It means being here for him when he's hurting, and when he's coping with their love, and his life, and all he's been through and will likely still go through. He'll do whatever he has to, even as this talk sends those ripples of fear through his gut.
Yet he keeps trying to hold onto those words. "Body, blood, and soul," he whispers softly, needing to hold on to that, to know that he will be there with him. Forever. Or as long as their forever is.
It makes him wince still. Kyle has never been to their world, he barely know Hayley as the best friend to his once upon a time best friend, and yet so many things come back to killing Hayley. And now to Elijah leaving those he loves. Could he leave Kyle? He knows he could. He could leave this place and he'd have no way to follow him. He could chose someone else. Except he can't lie, and he's said it. Home. Life. Forever.
Kyle carefully pulls back so that he can cup Elijah's face in both hands. Cradling his cheekbones so carefully, staring into those beautiful eyes and that strong face.
"I love you, Elijah. I've loved you since before I knew you," he says softly, staring into his eyes still. "I don't know what's going to happen. With this place, with our homes, with who we are and what we've done. What I do know?" He rests his brow to Elijah's. "Is that you're mine, Elijah Mikaelson. I don't expect our life to be easy, but I expect us to get through it. Whatever it takes. Just so long as even when we haven't been bit by little beasts, we're still honest with one another."
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"You are my home. You are my life. Body, blood, and soul. Forever." He says the last part of that a few times, like a little mantra of himself to keep him sane as he begins to review his conversation with Hayley, the worst part of the night itself. First he learned of his death, and then he learned the truth that she had been hiding. He felt so unworthy, and just really didn't want to go home to live more than anything, because he was the most unworthy soul. She was right, he broke his vow to her here-- not that he'd change what had happened. How could he when he had Kyle now. But, it made him so much less of the man he had always wanted to be.
Elijah never wanted to see that little truth thing again. It had all but ruined his life today, it had taken his happiness here, and his little honeymoon that he'd been enjoying and ripped it away. It had jammed him right back into his life in New Orleans with all the devilish creatures and truths he had to face about himself.
"I... I tried to kill Hayley. She's my wife, Kyle, and I abandoned her for you. I love you so much that I abandoned my wife. She said that I abandoned her there too. That I left my family, and ran off with another woman, left everyone behind. That I didn't even pick her in my mind. That I ran behind my red door and shut off the world and lived there, and tried to kill her in there. I can't... Kyle. I am a monster. How can you love me?" He blinks, looking at the one he loves more than anything. Pleading his life, and knowing that Kyle will still love him, even though Elijah is having a difficult time loving himself right now.
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Yet he keeps trying to hold onto those words. "Body, blood, and soul," he whispers softly, needing to hold on to that, to know that he will be there with him. Forever. Or as long as their forever is.
It makes him wince still. Kyle has never been to their world, he barely know Hayley as the best friend to his once upon a time best friend, and yet so many things come back to killing Hayley. And now to Elijah leaving those he loves. Could he leave Kyle? He knows he could. He could leave this place and he'd have no way to follow him. He could chose someone else. Except he can't lie, and he's said it. Home. Life. Forever.
Kyle carefully pulls back so that he can cup Elijah's face in both hands. Cradling his cheekbones so carefully, staring into those beautiful eyes and that strong face.
"I love you, Elijah. I've loved you since before I knew you," he says softly, staring into his eyes still. "I don't know what's going to happen. With this place, with our homes, with who we are and what we've done. What I do know?" He rests his brow to Elijah's. "Is that you're mine, Elijah Mikaelson. I don't expect our life to be easy, but I expect us to get through it. Whatever it takes. Just so long as even when we haven't been bit by little beasts, we're still honest with one another."