Cain would have gotten up to go. There was clearly no point in staying in this room and he wasn't the type who resorted to begging. Maybe he would have if he thought there was any light at the end of that tunnel, something that would help return his brief burning moment of life, a colorful rainbow of living, instead of suffering through the motions in a shadowy facsimile of it. But Elijah made clear that he didn't want to help, thought that Cain's slow-to-crumble walls were an insult to his professed love, and hence put up his own damn walls in place.
The oldest human was tired. He was always tired, which was why that spark had been such an abnormal occurrence that he hadn't been ready to deal with.
By the time he processed it, it was already too late, Elijah was gone. So he tried to preserve that spark. He waited for the elder vampire, figuring, if he stayed by Niklaus, even if the unpredictable hybrid was worse than ever, eventually Elijah would show up again. All Cain needed was to see the vampire and he would have a chance to understand... but this encounter only made him feel more tired.
So he would have gotten off that bed and turned to go when the vampire finally stopped his god forsaken silence and chose to straddle him to the bed.
Well, that was a start.
Of what, Cain didn't know, but he stared up at Elijah, not even sure if what he felt at the moment was hope or anger or frustration, but it was something. "You say I don't know how you feel," he said softly as Elijah's hands explored his chest, caressing the ridges of his muscled form and the hard panes of his chest. "But can you imagine how it feels to have wanted nothing but death for ten thousand years... only for the first time to desire something else but not know what it is? I don't know what it is," he admitted, no longer angry or desperate like before, but simply helpless in his own unknowing. "But I know it's tied to you and I want to know."
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Date: 2023-08-05 09:40 am (UTC)The oldest human was tired. He was always tired, which was why that spark had been such an abnormal occurrence that he hadn't been ready to deal with.
By the time he processed it, it was already too late, Elijah was gone. So he tried to preserve that spark. He waited for the elder vampire, figuring, if he stayed by Niklaus, even if the unpredictable hybrid was worse than ever, eventually Elijah would show up again. All Cain needed was to see the vampire and he would have a chance to understand... but this encounter only made him feel more tired.
So he would have gotten off that bed and turned to go when the vampire finally stopped his god forsaken silence and chose to straddle him to the bed.
Well, that was a start.
Of what, Cain didn't know, but he stared up at Elijah, not even sure if what he felt at the moment was hope or anger or frustration, but it was something. "You say I don't know how you feel," he said softly as Elijah's hands explored his chest, caressing the ridges of his muscled form and the hard panes of his chest. "But can you imagine how it feels to have wanted nothing but death for ten thousand years... only for the first time to desire something else but not know what it is? I don't know what it is," he admitted, no longer angry or desperate like before, but simply helpless in his own unknowing. "But I know it's tied to you and I want to know."