#⚜ v: what will be left ▬ amnestic au

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cont. from here || @choserage

            for him, one thing precludes the other. why should you offer help to a stranger? although he was not even sure if he was a stranger to this woman. her behavior towards him was different from that of actual strangers. he thought to recognize mistrust in her, which could be of course also imagination. after all, it was highly questionable if he could see this in others while he did not recognize himself.

           "what made you think that i needed help?", he instead decided to ask because he did not like the fact that he appeared to be in need of help. it would be better if no one recognized this, after all, it made him appear vulnerable.

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𝓐𝓶𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓪 — send ❓❓ to receive a starter where my muse has amnesia. || @lordofthestrix || accepting

           elijah's steps echoed through the empty alley and he glanced over his shoulder when he thought he has heard someone. he couldn’t explain why but he felt as if someone is following him, watching him. perhaps it’s in his mind, a possible bad conscience of having recently drunk human blood that makes him believe someone has seen him. though, he strangely doesn’t feel bad at all despite the queasy feeling in his stomach.

          he wiped his bloody mouth with the back of his hand to get rid of any incriminating proves and turned into another side street, his back pressed against the cool brick wall.

          there it was again! he could clearly hear the steps right now, although his hearing seemed to strangely zoom in if he focuses too much on it. he furrowed his brows and clenched his hands into fists, trying to make out if he was in danger or not.

          the steps came closer and before he could think too much about it, his body seemed to naturally react. without really realizing it, elijah approached the person that seemed to be after him and pinned the man against the opposite wall, the immense strength of his grip not really under control as he immobilized the person.

          “what do you want?”

         he did not recognize the strange man, on the contrary, he was a complete foreigner to him. and yet, there was something about him that made his blood boil. something that activated some kind of defense mechanism.

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emotionally intense prompts. || @petrovafired​ // accepting

“ i can wait a thousand lifetimes for you. “

        elijah eyed this strange, beautiful woman in front of him that had wrapped him in a conversation so effortlessly. he wanted to believe she's familiar, that he had seen her before somewhere but he can simply not remember any details nor her name. perhaps it's just his desperate wish that someone would finally recognize him and help him to figure out what has happened to him.

        they had talked about pretty much anything: the music, the greasy bar food, and travels. normal topics that one could lead with anyone. the last thing, however, shortly before she made her way out, puzzled him:  'i can wait a thousand lifetimes for you'.

        it aroused a strange longing, the knowledge that she indeed seemed to know who he was. but before he could process this information, the brunette was already nowhere to be seen and he immediately went after her, out of the bar. his attentive gaze wandered around, desperate to see a glimpse of her but the streets appeared to be empty. if only he had her name...

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@fbiartist​  liked the starter call // What Will Be Left // Amnestic AU

          it’s not like he doesn’t know something is wrong. it feels like something’s tickling in his brain, trying to make its way to the surface. but every time he tried to grab it to pull it up, it slipped away. it frustrated him and that frustration led to anger that makes him want to break things.

          his name. it's on his tongue and yet he cannot say it nor remember. it's something with 'e', he's sure. or perhaps 'e' is some kind of brand that had been engraved in the cufflinks of the fine suit in which he attained consciousness.

          maybe he worked in this area somewhere? even if this would surprise him very much because this doesn't seem to be an area for suits, let alone for such expensive ones. one of the reasons why he dumped the suit for something more casual to blend in while he's looking for answers. jeans and t-shirt will do as well although he has to admit it felt foreign, strange even.

          days passed and nothing changed although he stayed in the area in which he regained consciousness. apparently, no one even seemed to miss him which caused him to believe that no one is looking for him because he was alone before. admittedly, it hit him a little because his gut told him that he hasn't been a nobody before.

          he found distraction in the nightlife. it gave plenty to drink and to feed on and no one asked too many questions so it didn't make him feel too.... lost.

          he had just gotten himself beer in a plastic cup at the bar before he made his way through the dancing crowd when someone bumped into him and the content of his cup spilled over someone's arm.

          "oh, sorry. i apologize for the accident," he looked at the woman apologetically and raised his free hand in defense, hoping she won't get mad.

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                        Amnestic AU

Elijah’s brain got frozen because of a spell that went wrong or because something or because someone is channeling him. Because of this, Elijah suffers from a (temporary) amnesia. He has no memory of who he is, though he has a slight idea of what he is.

Please note the following:

This verse has nothing to do with what happened to Elijah in TO s5.

The amnesia wasn't compelled but is a result of strong magic used on/against him.

Elijah holds no resentment against his family simply because he doesn't remember them.

Compatible with Hopes.

⚜ v: what will be left ▬ amnestic au

[deceptivemorals]

@xlittleprinccss​ liked the starter call // What Will Be Left // Amnestic AU

           his steps echoed through the empty alley and he glanced over his shoulder when he thought he has heard someone else. he couldn't explain why but he felt as if someone is following him, watching him. perhaps it's in his mind, a possible bad conscience of having recently drunk human blood that makes him believe someone has seen him. though, he strangely doesn't feel bad at all despite the queasy feeling in his stomach.

          he wiped his bloody mouth with the back of his hand to get rid of any incriminating proves and turned into another side street, his back pressed against the cool brick wall.

          there it was again! he could clearly hear the steps right now, although his hearing seemed to strangely zoom in if he focuses too much on it. he furrowed his brows and clenched his hands into fists, trying to make out if he's in danger or not.

          the steps came closer and before he could think too much about it, his body seemed to naturally react. without really realizing it, he had approached the person that seemed to be after him, and pinned them against the opposite wall, the strength of his grip not really under control as he immobilized the person.

          "what do you want?"