Sweet 'lijah
I never thought I’d ever see him again, well maybe SEE him, but talk to him; although I should have known better. This is Elijah. He has so much love in him. Rhys was a fool to ever let him go - apparently Rhys and a few others as well.
He has talked with me, confided in me, even laughed with me. And after the horrible things I did… well again this is Elijah. He loves and is so forgiving. I can hear the love in his voice when he speaks of his husband. I worry about that, about him, if something should happen.
He has already lost him once. When I said I KNEW his husband would fight demons of hell to get back to him, I was confident about that. Who wouldn’t? If I could be his friend again… well I can not get ahead of myself. He is speaking to me now, I’m thankful for that.
The transfusion takes a very long time, I’m asked to come in a few times to help with the potions Frances is applying trying to keep the Lord in a calm trans. I come out and assure Elijah he is doing well. I mean he is alive so he IS doing well. I’ve seen this kill vampires. Not that I would tell Elijah that.
He sits on the balcony chain smoking, the full moon shining down on him. I try not to stare, at least when I’m out there with him. He is even more beautiful than he was years ago. I feel my heart clench when I think of that, but tell myself to be thankful for this time to be around him.
Stepping out onto the balcony I hand him a beer, “Though’ ye migh be thirsty.”
He has talked with me, confided in me, even laughed with me. And after the horrible things I did… well again this is Elijah. He loves and is so forgiving. I can hear the love in his voice when he speaks of his husband. I worry about that, about him, if something should happen.
He has already lost him once. When I said I KNEW his husband would fight demons of hell to get back to him, I was confident about that. Who wouldn’t? If I could be his friend again… well I can not get ahead of myself. He is speaking to me now, I’m thankful for that.
The transfusion takes a very long time, I’m asked to come in a few times to help with the potions Frances is applying trying to keep the Lord in a calm trans. I come out and assure Elijah he is doing well. I mean he is alive so he IS doing well. I’ve seen this kill vampires. Not that I would tell Elijah that.
He sits on the balcony chain smoking, the full moon shining down on him. I try not to stare, at least when I’m out there with him. He is even more beautiful than he was years ago. I feel my heart clench when I think of that, but tell myself to be thankful for this time to be around him.
Stepping out onto the balcony I hand him a beer, “Though’ ye migh be thirsty.”