A shower had done the immortal wonders, to help return the color to his bloodless features and get everything circulating again. It helped with the headache too and cleared the fog from his brain so he could focus a little better on the matters at hand. Which was a rather convoluted set of matters, of what he recalled from the moment of waking up in the vampire's arms.
Unaware of the original's dilemma, Cain accepted the offered glass and downed half of the measure in fast gulp. He didn't need liquid courage, but he was hoping it'll help dull the headache.
"So you don't dislike me," he reiterated what Elijah confirmed, setting the tone for the discussion they were about to have. "Which is good because given that I am sticking around you Mikaelsons for the next considerable while, I would prefer to not have more than one of you plotting ways to add to my misery if I upset them." Cain didn't need to elaborate on who or what he meant.
"Nothing changes with you finding out who I am, not on my part. Klaus knew, I figured it would have been a matter of time before you did when you appeared. Your sister knew." Who spent most of their meetings ignoring him and treating him as the family servant Klaus brought him in to be. That was how Cain expected Elijah to be too.
Yet something about that first meeting led to the bedroom encounter, and it had been bold and brash of how Cain had provoked Elijah that afternoon, but he had in part done it on purpose even if he didn't realize it at the time. Something transpired between them there, and it had sparked something dead within the immortal. Enough that immediately after, he knew he needed to stop it from happening again because it was dangerous for him.
But, Elijah was an immortal as well and he was not like Klaus or Rebecca. Now he knew the ignoring Elijah had done was a ruse, unlike Rebecca's. "You said you wanted to know me. Do you take those words back now that you do know who I am?"
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Date: 2021-04-05 01:17 am (UTC)Unaware of the original's dilemma, Cain accepted the offered glass and downed half of the measure in fast gulp. He didn't need liquid courage, but he was hoping it'll help dull the headache.
"So you don't dislike me," he reiterated what Elijah confirmed, setting the tone for the discussion they were about to have. "Which is good because given that I am sticking around you Mikaelsons for the next considerable while, I would prefer to not have more than one of you plotting ways to add to my misery if I upset them." Cain didn't need to elaborate on who or what he meant.
"Nothing changes with you finding out who I am, not on my part. Klaus knew, I figured it would have been a matter of time before you did when you appeared. Your sister knew." Who spent most of their meetings ignoring him and treating him as the family servant Klaus brought him in to be. That was how Cain expected Elijah to be too.
Yet something about that first meeting led to the bedroom encounter, and it had been bold and brash of how Cain had provoked Elijah that afternoon, but he had in part done it on purpose even if he didn't realize it at the time. Something transpired between them there, and it had sparked something dead within the immortal. Enough that immediately after, he knew he needed to stop it from happening again because it was dangerous for him.
But, Elijah was an immortal as well and he was not like Klaus or Rebecca. Now he knew the ignoring Elijah had done was a ruse, unlike Rebecca's. "You said you wanted to know me. Do you take those words back now that you do know who I am?"