¹ DESTINED | elijah m.

2 | sunset's orange haze

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Destroy the house to find the treasure chest
Then, when the treasure's found, you may invest
In building there a palace even more
Sumptuous than the one there was before.
His powers won't bend to your earthly wish
Spiritual power was sent to astonish
You and me with the wonder of His ways
From purple dawn to sunset's orange haze.

- Rumi, Destroy to build

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1919 | The Compound
New Orleans, Louisiana

"I fail to understand how this is supposed to be your best alternative, Klaus." She paced around the room, worry etched over her features.

Klaus who was lounging on the sofa with a drink in hand looked up and smirked, "Dear Maeve, leave the stipulations to us. We just have to be discreet with the proceedings if we wish to succeed."

"And using my name will give you that? We are not helpless, and I certainly do not believe you have started utilizing your resources yet."

"Indeed. Your name flourishes on our deals, and people will enjoy the Prohibition, ultimately giving us an upper hand in the wake," he smiled at her when Elijah entered.

"Elijah, please be kind and say you disagree with this obtuse plot. There has to be another way," she offered and sat beside Klaus who wound his arm around her shoulder which she immediately slapped away.

"Your involvement provides us with a discreet approach to the matters without a third-party, and guarantees secrecy. If this ploy keeps us in an advantageous position over others, then why not, dear." The noble one gave her a look while pouring himself a drink.

She sighed and looked at the two as they clinked their glasses.

"To victory," Elijah said and she got up, defeated.

"To victory, and Maeve," Klaus grinned as she left the room annoyed.

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Elijah leaned against his car away from the runway and waited for his wife to step down the jet. He fixed his cufflinks the moment he saw her walking towards him. They stared at each other while the attendants loaded the car with the luggage and walked away with a small nod.

As soon as they were left alone, Elijah pulled her against him as Adelia's lips connected to his. Her hands went up to tug his hair and clutch at his suit jacket while their mouths devoured each other. He pulled her even closer, gripping her waist tightly as their lips danced in perfect harmony.

The Original's fingers traced her spine acutely while he cornered her against the car, feeling her smile into the kiss. When a moan threatened to escape her throat, they broke apart reluctantly and Adelia caressed his jaw, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before she stepped away from him.

Elijah held the door open, waiting for her to climb in and then fleeted away to the other side, taking his seat behind the wheel.

"Your shirt is crooked," she said, breaking the silence and noticed his lips twitch.

"I have been busy, dear," Elijah offered and buckled his seat belt. "The dry-cleaners are disappointing in that town."

"Now this certainty a treat, Mr Mikaelson," Adelia smirked, her own seatbelt going in with a click when they began their three-hour drive to the quaint little town called Mystic Falls.