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"...can I meet you at home later? I need to run an errand for Lydia."
Having lovers was nothing new for Elijah and Niklaus, nor was having lovers who were close. The girls were an impressive pair, and as devoted as they were to their mates, each Mikaelson shared a special fondness for the other's chosen. Elijah respected Lydia's presence of mind, and Niklaus was endlessly entertained by Allison's thoughtless bravery in his presence.
What was new was having lovers who so blatantly refused to abide by the life the Mikaelson men led. They acknowledged their strengths, accepted their power, and made concessions to deal with it all while demanding, in no uncertain terms, absolute respect in all aspects of their lives.
So Allison was honest about keeping her secrets, an Elijah allowed her to have them. She would not endanger Lydia, nor would she endanger someone for whom Lydia cared.
They had plans to go to lunch together, but when Allison got a text message and promptly asked Elijah to let her go, openly admitting that Lydia needed her, he searched her face with concern for only a moment before he nodded his assent...and leaned in to kiss her, slow, warm, and lingering.
After all, just because he understood did not mean he had to like it.
Drawing back with a small, teasing smile, he left her on the corner they'd chosen to meet, and dined alone for the afternoon. Still mildly worried about Lydia and her recent bout of illness (which had Niklaus in a foul temper, another matter that had driven him to ask Allison to lunch outside the safety of the plantation), after lunch Elijah stopped at a nearby market to pick up some groceries in order to fix chicken soup for dinner, one he hoped would soothe her unsettled stomach. He also added a bottle of ginger ale to his purchases, and impulsively stopped at a flower stand to pick up two roses, one for each girl: yellow for Lydia, and blood red for Allison.
He heard the two upstairs when he finally made it back to the house, and busied himself with putting away the food, all while making a point of not eavesdropping. Klaus was in his study, drinking or painting, Elijah wasn't sure...all he knew was that things were far too quiet.
And that was never good.
Distracting himself with cooking, he was just shedding his jacket and removing his tie when he caught Allison standing in the doorway of the kitchen, just watching him.
"With Lydia feeling ill, I thought I would try my hand at chicken soup." he explained with a small smile, nodding to the bottle of ginger ale on the counter. "That should help, too...it will certainly taste better than plain ginger root tea, at any rate."
Having lovers was nothing new for Elijah and Niklaus, nor was having lovers who were close. The girls were an impressive pair, and as devoted as they were to their mates, each Mikaelson shared a special fondness for the other's chosen. Elijah respected Lydia's presence of mind, and Niklaus was endlessly entertained by Allison's thoughtless bravery in his presence.
What was new was having lovers who so blatantly refused to abide by the life the Mikaelson men led. They acknowledged their strengths, accepted their power, and made concessions to deal with it all while demanding, in no uncertain terms, absolute respect in all aspects of their lives.
So Allison was honest about keeping her secrets, an Elijah allowed her to have them. She would not endanger Lydia, nor would she endanger someone for whom Lydia cared.
They had plans to go to lunch together, but when Allison got a text message and promptly asked Elijah to let her go, openly admitting that Lydia needed her, he searched her face with concern for only a moment before he nodded his assent...and leaned in to kiss her, slow, warm, and lingering.
After all, just because he understood did not mean he had to like it.
Drawing back with a small, teasing smile, he left her on the corner they'd chosen to meet, and dined alone for the afternoon. Still mildly worried about Lydia and her recent bout of illness (which had Niklaus in a foul temper, another matter that had driven him to ask Allison to lunch outside the safety of the plantation), after lunch Elijah stopped at a nearby market to pick up some groceries in order to fix chicken soup for dinner, one he hoped would soothe her unsettled stomach. He also added a bottle of ginger ale to his purchases, and impulsively stopped at a flower stand to pick up two roses, one for each girl: yellow for Lydia, and blood red for Allison.
He heard the two upstairs when he finally made it back to the house, and busied himself with putting away the food, all while making a point of not eavesdropping. Klaus was in his study, drinking or painting, Elijah wasn't sure...all he knew was that things were far too quiet.
And that was never good.
Distracting himself with cooking, he was just shedding his jacket and removing his tie when he caught Allison standing in the doorway of the kitchen, just watching him.
"With Lydia feeling ill, I thought I would try my hand at chicken soup." he explained with a small smile, nodding to the bottle of ginger ale on the counter. "That should help, too...it will certainly taste better than plain ginger root tea, at any rate."
