Cain was at first overwhelmed by the feelings of a vampire's mind, the intense emotional depth that made him feel everything so amplified, and such admiration and desires and passions he felt as he was given the brief glimpse of the same afternoon but from Elijah's point of view. It was so much more vibrant than his own version, even when it had already been an afternoon of intensity of the likes he hadn't experienced in years. With Elijah's memory though, it was almost ecstatic euphoria of such overwhelming levels.
But there was more. The admiration continued and Cain realized Elijah watched him, more than once, from afar or behind, always out of sight to the immortal but not to the vampire's prying eyes. He paid attention to Cain far more than the immortal had given the original credit for, and saw things in Cain's motions that Cain no longer realized from his daily habits, found points to admire that the ancient human didn't even realize were things to be noted. Tasks that Cain used to distract himself with, things he did to wile away his long hours of eternal days, Elijah saw as devotion and kindness. Perhaps there was some of that, although Cain couldn't be sure of that either.
When released, he fell back against the backing of his seat, stunned to silence by the experience that could be called an ordeal. It was nothing like anything he had experienced, but like the concentration of a year's worth of experiences concentrated into a day. It wasn't sure what he understood, except for the overwhelming feelings admiration he sensed from the memories of the vampire before him. A man who was intrigued by him, by everything that was him, the immortal first son... and not the first murderer as many cursed him as.
He reached out for his drink again, taking a gulp that mirrored the vampire's own as he tried to figure out what to do with all this.
Cain could not shake the feeling that Elijah would be incredibly disappointed if he found out the truth of the matter behind that man he admired. The strangest thing was, Cain did not want to be the source of that disappointment, that, he found himself caring in a very long time the way another person would see or judge him, when he normally cared so little for the eyes of another man or woman on him.
Elijah's earlier words had him thinking, and he realized, while yes, he knew of witches and those with magic who would aid him on principle of going against Klaus, Cain never sought them out or thought to use them. He had sided himself with the hybrid bastard regardless of how the man treated him, because subconsciously he knew all that Elijah pointed out, the Mikaelsons were as close to immortal companions as he'll ever find.
"You followed me... watched me... You never approached, why? Because I told you that we shouldn't repeat the afternoon? You're an Original." That was before Elijah even realized Cain was who he was. It was hard to imagine that this man who in his own way was no less arrogant than his hybrid brother, listened to the whims of a servant. "Would you have remained in the background continuously if today didn't happen?"
And, the most important question after the slew of them, "Do you plan on going back to the shadows now?"
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Date: 2021-04-06 03:45 am (UTC)But there was more. The admiration continued and Cain realized Elijah watched him, more than once, from afar or behind, always out of sight to the immortal but not to the vampire's prying eyes. He paid attention to Cain far more than the immortal had given the original credit for, and saw things in Cain's motions that Cain no longer realized from his daily habits, found points to admire that the ancient human didn't even realize were things to be noted. Tasks that Cain used to distract himself with, things he did to wile away his long hours of eternal days, Elijah saw as devotion and kindness. Perhaps there was some of that, although Cain couldn't be sure of that either.
When released, he fell back against the backing of his seat, stunned to silence by the experience that could be called an ordeal. It was nothing like anything he had experienced, but like the concentration of a year's worth of experiences concentrated into a day. It wasn't sure what he understood, except for the overwhelming feelings admiration he sensed from the memories of the vampire before him. A man who was intrigued by him, by everything that was him, the immortal first son... and not the first murderer as many cursed him as.
He reached out for his drink again, taking a gulp that mirrored the vampire's own as he tried to figure out what to do with all this.
Cain could not shake the feeling that Elijah would be incredibly disappointed if he found out the truth of the matter behind that man he admired. The strangest thing was, Cain did not want to be the source of that disappointment, that, he found himself caring in a very long time the way another person would see or judge him, when he normally cared so little for the eyes of another man or woman on him.
Elijah's earlier words had him thinking, and he realized, while yes, he knew of witches and those with magic who would aid him on principle of going against Klaus, Cain never sought them out or thought to use them. He had sided himself with the hybrid bastard regardless of how the man treated him, because subconsciously he knew all that Elijah pointed out, the Mikaelsons were as close to immortal companions as he'll ever find.
"You followed me... watched me... You never approached, why? Because I told you that we shouldn't repeat the afternoon? You're an Original." That was before Elijah even realized Cain was who he was. It was hard to imagine that this man who in his own way was no less arrogant than his hybrid brother, listened to the whims of a servant. "Would you have remained in the background continuously if today didn't happen?"
And, the most important question after the slew of them, "Do you plan on going back to the shadows now?"