#fevrals | rebekah & elijah | 001.

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the spine of his old leather-bound book was bound to break at any given moment, gaze focused on the pages— weathered, bearing the weight of centuries' worth of knowledge and history. the clicking of heels is faint, not an eye glances towards the hallway until the familiar voice of his sister echoes through the room. abruptly drawing his eyes away from the text, an eyebrow raises— what do you want?

@fevrals, rebekah: ❝ it's no business of mine how you waste your time, ❞ the words are dismissive as she leans against the doorway, elijah sensing a touch of irritation lingering in the air as he notes her expression— skepticism.

closing the book with a gentle thud, five papers scattering onto the flooring, his piercing brown eyes fixate on the blonde. a subtle challenge? he knows it's a prod to discover the purpose behind his latest endeavor, enough for him to indulge momentarily. a composed demeanor spreading across features, he responds, amusement resting on the tip of his tongue. ❝ dear sister, while i appreciate your disinterest in my affairs, i assure you this is no mere waste of time. ❞ stepping away from the desk, he closes the distance between them— his own challenge. elijah's presence exudes an air of authority, his posture radiating both grace and persistent resolve.

regarding rebekah with a gentle smile, it's an attempt to invite her to see beyond the initial judgment. [have faith, sister.] ❝ knowledge is the very essence of what makes us who we are. it is through understanding our past that we can shape our future. ❞ a thousand years of life and he still seeks wisdom, a questionable choice.