"You like me?" Elijah repeated it almost immediately after Cain said it, letting the strangely foreign words play around in his head. He'd had no idea that the immortal had felt anything toward him at all-- unless it be disdain. Elijah was sure that Cain was rather stoic about the vampire family at best, especially the one that he'd taken to bed. He was a man that had no reason to be taken into slavery or owned, which is what his brother had done. It was a cruel thing, especially considering he'd taken a slave and made him a son. Now he'd taken the oldest son and made him a slave.
Elijah found the whole thing distasteful, and hated that he was pretty much bound by his brother's will for the time being. There might be more he could do one day, but for now. He was asked a question, and he didn't know what his answer was. What did he want to know about the other man. There were the stories from the bible, and all the other references, did Elijah even really care about all of that. It'd happened so long ago.
"So, you are immortal then. Cursed, is how the tale goes? I'm sorry, there are plenty of versions of your story out there, but I don't need you to really go through them, I'm more interested in you the person. You don't have friends or enemies because you're immortal, but here, there are other immortals, a whole city of them. I- I am just so angry that my brother has done this. Doesn't he understand who you are? It..." And with that, Elijah slammed his fist through the side table by accident, not meaning to break the furniture, but meaning to take out a light bit of frustration, his strength forever outweighing his emotions.
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Date: 2021-04-05 03:42 am (UTC)Elijah found the whole thing distasteful, and hated that he was pretty much bound by his brother's will for the time being. There might be more he could do one day, but for now. He was asked a question, and he didn't know what his answer was. What did he want to know about the other man. There were the stories from the bible, and all the other references, did Elijah even really care about all of that. It'd happened so long ago.
"So, you are immortal then. Cursed, is how the tale goes? I'm sorry, there are plenty of versions of your story out there, but I don't need you to really go through them, I'm more interested in you the person. You don't have friends or enemies because you're immortal, but here, there are other immortals, a whole city of them. I- I am just so angry that my brother has done this. Doesn't he understand who you are? It..." And with that, Elijah slammed his fist through the side table by accident, not meaning to break the furniture, but meaning to take out a light bit of frustration, his strength forever outweighing his emotions.
"I apologize. What questions have you for me."