Sure, Cain wouldn't see himself as strong, because he saw the picture of a man who'd lived for fifteen thousand years, and had tried to kill himself over and over, wanting to die from the loneliness of a life lived without a single person by his side. He saw all the things that he'd gone through-- he didn't see the snapshot of the man that Elijah did. The picture of a man who had found a place with people who might just live a life as long as he did. Maybe the current eldest Mikaelson didn't understand Cain and that's why he saw all that he did, but would it do Cain so much harm to see himself from Elijah's eyes.
Eyes that saw the good in things, when maybe good wasn't what was to be found. Eyes that fought for hope, when Cain saw none in himself. Maybe the biggest thing that Cain didn't understand, was that Elijah saw Cain as an equal, a person that was neither above or below him-- which was one of the greatest compliments he could give to someone, because he was an Original and did owe a bit to his ego, but not with Cain. Cain was every bit a man and a name in his own right. There was no one that should think themselves above the other here.
"You may not see the strength that I see, but I see someone who lives beside my brother day after day, giving into the will of his wishes, and yes, I know that he compels you, but there are ways out of it and I would have thought that you would have sought them out by now. Sought the witches in town who offer the herbs? There is no shortage of them, and I know they come by the house at times. I see things, and you may not, but there's feelings and I can't help them"
Elijah could be wrong about the herbs, but he was standing and walking around the desk to where Cain was sitting. He moved behind the other, and placed his hands gently on the sides of his temples. "Just relax, that's all you have to do. Open your mind to me, allow me in..." Elijah began to drop back and pull a memory from both their minds, but he took it from his side, so that Cain could feel and experience everything from Elijah's perspective. First he'd notice that everything was far more enhanced, all his sense, his emotions. It was like someone had turned everything up by a thousand. "Shhh... I know, relax, take a few deep breaths, let yourself float, and your body will adjust" Elijah did his best to withdraw some of the strongest of the senses, and to dial back the emotions that didn't mean as much, allowing everything that he was feeling for Cain in the moment to fall forward.
There was an awe for the physical body initially, that mixed with appreciation for how the man carried himself, his intelligence, and it only seem to grow as they came together and talked culminating in their joining. Cain would feel every motion, every movement of Elijah, every jump of his heart along with the way his cock sung inside Cain's body. He'd find out how Elijah came to feel something for that man before, during and after their encounter, and in the following days as he followed the other man around. Every memory that was chosen, there was a new thing discovered in Elijah's mind about Cain, something that endeared him toward the other-- a gentle action toward an animal, a kindness to his brother when it wasn't even needed, and patience for all the work that was placed on him. Cain could skim, or skimp on his work, do part and say it was done, but he never did. He never placed the duty on anyone else, but did everything himself, working himself from morning through night without anyone telling him what to do most of the time. Elijah saw it all, and he couldn't help but fall for that, or have feelings for that man. After that, Elijah pulled himself out and closed his mind off. Taking a deep breath.
Walking back to his desk, he filled his drink and took all of it in a long gulp. It took a lot from him to go through memories like that, and to hand them over to a virtual stranger to use however he wanted. It was temptation for anyone to use as bribery, or other means of hurting the original.
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Date: 2021-04-06 02:14 am (UTC)Eyes that saw the good in things, when maybe good wasn't what was to be found. Eyes that fought for hope, when Cain saw none in himself. Maybe the biggest thing that Cain didn't understand, was that Elijah saw Cain as an equal, a person that was neither above or below him-- which was one of the greatest compliments he could give to someone, because he was an Original and did owe a bit to his ego, but not with Cain. Cain was every bit a man and a name in his own right. There was no one that should think themselves above the other here.
"You may not see the strength that I see, but I see someone who lives beside my brother day after day, giving into the will of his wishes, and yes, I know that he compels you, but there are ways out of it and I would have thought that you would have sought them out by now. Sought the witches in town who offer the herbs? There is no shortage of them, and I know they come by the house at times. I see things, and you may not, but there's feelings and I can't help them"
Elijah could be wrong about the herbs, but he was standing and walking around the desk to where Cain was sitting. He moved behind the other, and placed his hands gently on the sides of his temples. "Just relax, that's all you have to do. Open your mind to me, allow me in..." Elijah began to drop back and pull a memory from both their minds, but he took it from his side, so that Cain could feel and experience everything from Elijah's perspective. First he'd notice that everything was far more enhanced, all his sense, his emotions. It was like someone had turned everything up by a thousand. "Shhh... I know, relax, take a few deep breaths, let yourself float, and your body will adjust" Elijah did his best to withdraw some of the strongest of the senses, and to dial back the emotions that didn't mean as much, allowing everything that he was feeling for Cain in the moment to fall forward.
There was an awe for the physical body initially, that mixed with appreciation for how the man carried himself, his intelligence, and it only seem to grow as they came together and talked culminating in their joining. Cain would feel every motion, every movement of Elijah, every jump of his heart along with the way his cock sung inside Cain's body. He'd find out how Elijah came to feel something for that man before, during and after their encounter, and in the following days as he followed the other man around. Every memory that was chosen, there was a new thing discovered in Elijah's mind about Cain, something that endeared him toward the other-- a gentle action toward an animal, a kindness to his brother when it wasn't even needed, and patience for all the work that was placed on him. Cain could skim, or skimp on his work, do part and say it was done, but he never did. He never placed the duty on anyone else, but did everything himself, working himself from morning through night without anyone telling him what to do most of the time. Elijah saw it all, and he couldn't help but fall for that, or have feelings for that man. After that, Elijah pulled himself out and closed his mind off. Taking a deep breath.
Walking back to his desk, he filled his drink and took all of it in a long gulp. It took a lot from him to go through memories like that, and to hand them over to a virtual stranger to use however he wanted. It was temptation for anyone to use as bribery, or other means of hurting the original.
"You finally understand?"