Independent roleplay blog for The Vampire Diaries' Elijah Mikaelson. Will RP with any fandom. NSFW will be tagged, but may not always be under a read more. Not canon-compliant with Haylijah post 1x19.
Tracking tags: diseasedmikaelson and numinousoriginal
PSA: I am willing to ship my muse with same verse characters I am willing to ship my muse with cross over characters I am willing to ship my muse with opposite sex characters I am willing to ship my muse with same sex characters I am willing to ship my muse with original characters. I am willing to ship my muse with any other muse. As long as there is chemistry
I really enjoy violent and tragic, dramatic roleplays, but sometimes I just want two characters to have sex all day long with no plot whatsoever - when I put my character through so much crap, sometimes he deserves to just have a good time.
Stephen was almost about to complain when he was left alone, but laid on the bed with an amusing smile. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, sensing his mind,his thoughts, his position. Once he had it, he clapped his hands between which Elijah’s underwear appeared having been teleported from the other. There, where he was, he began to observe it, feeling the warmth of the other’s body still left on it. Games. He never followed rules.
Elijah felt the weird sensation of a single layer of lower clothing simply disappearing. He was emotionally caught somewhere between playfulness and anger. He settled on apathy as he took a drink from his glass, waiting for Stephen to join him.
Stephen smirked softly, closing the contact between their lips just to softly brush ones with with the other’s, repeatedly as his hands worked to slid the sleeves out of Elijah’s arms with delicacy, knowing how much he cared for those. “As much as I would love to get our asses on top of the Pisa Tower, or land in a soft bush in the park of the Caffarella, I wouldn’t be able to, not without over exerting myself, which would leave you with a plastic doll for the minutes it takes me to regain strength.” He explained, still trapping his lips between words. “But tomorrow, once everything is done… I’ll try.” Once the shirt was off, he gave it a soft elegant shake and teleported, mentally, on top of a chair.
“Well, if you’re still not capable of the feat, seems to me you just need more practise.” Elijah was tempted to stay and continue their game of undress, but he was more eager to get Stephen riled up. He used his strength and speed in conjunction to manoeuvre Stephen to the bed and pin him there, then raced out of the room. He went over to the liquor cabinet and poured two whiskeys while he waited for the young man.
❝Let’s cut the small talk.❞ Damon quickly spoke, approaching the stranger. ❝I know you’re a vampire. And we can spare the dramatics because I’m one as well.❞
❝ I admire your audacity. Who might you be? ❞
Elijah took another sip of his scotch. He hadn’t bothered to look up at the vampire. He was an Original and this self-professed vampire posed no threat to him.