Rebekah Mikaelson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
whenyouearnit) wrote2013-09-02 10:24 am
whenyouearnit) wrote2013-09-02 10:24 am
Post Time Doors - Elijah
It’s been four days. Four days in that awful, horrible place with the mazes and the strange rhyming creatures. Rebekah hated nearly every moment of it, Jesse making a few moments bearable. Even worse it’s been four days unable to contact her brother, and four days without feeding. The former is worse to her than the latter, and sure that Elijah would have blood in his fridge she heads to his apartment after sending a quick text to say she was coming. It’s unsurprising that the door is unlocked and that he’s pacing restlessly. She nearly throws herself at him, wrapping arms about him and refusing to let go. “I’ve missed you.”
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"Good." She tugs at his arm, pulling him toward the couch. He may have had plans, but Rebekah doesn't really care. She wants to spend time with him, even if it's simply being lazy and watching more movies.
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"What would you like to do?"
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"Movies," she says as she rests against him, looking covering one of his hands with her own. "We were on the 1960s still, weren't we?"
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"I believe so, yes," Elijah says with a nod. He disentangles himself from her again to move to his DVD rack, running his fingertips over the titles, reading as he looked, picking out a few. "After what you've been through what sounds best to you to watch today? Horror, romantic drama, mystery, musical or Western?"
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"Not horror. God, not horror. Musical, I think. One with that man. The handsome one." She doesn't elucidate further, expecting him to simply know who she means. If he doesn't, it's more reason for her to tease.
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"He'll do." She'd meant the one who danced on the lamppost, but Elvis - she thinks he's called - is rather dashing himself. Rebekah curls up, kicking off her shoes and tucking her legs beneath her. "Do you think there's a way to stop this place? From snatching us, that is."
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Elijah starts the movie then moves to settle next to her on the sofa, snuggling up close to her. "I don't know. The few witches I've seen here can't seem to figure out how we got here or how to get home, which makes it harder to figure out how we can interact with the place."
Which is rather disconcerting, honestly.
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"Witches. Of such little use, aren't they?" It isn't something she would have said once. In fact there was a time she'd wanted to be a witch like her mother, and more times that witches did things that she appreciated greatly. But here they aren't much help, she finds.
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Esther's reappearance and his last group of witches' incompetence have soured him a bit.
"I considered seeing if we should take Hayley to see one just to...check things the doctors don't know to, but I'm not sure I want anyone with any power knowing, really, until we do." He makes a face. "Except Ric who, unfortunately, knows. But at least he doesn't seem to have told Damon. I haven't seen Katerina in weeks, and Elena didn't ask anything the one time we ran into her, so..."
He manages both doppelgangers names without a flinch. Look at him. Getting better, or...something.
Possibly just overly focused and protective and possessive of Hayley.
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"I wish we could compel him," she says about Alaric, thinking it supremely unfair that there could be someone else who was technically as they were. She avoided thinking of him as an original, to Rebekah he didn't qualify. "They will all find out you know. But I could compel Damon at least, to leave her alone."
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So easy, so so easy to just compel him to do other things.
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"Fine," she says easily. "It will be a pleasure."
It would be. She enjoys making him dance to her will.
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