Elijah

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He'd hesitated, but he'd actually, eventually, bucked up and called Elijah to see if there was any news about the cave. He wasn't sure why, except that it seemed like such a nice, relatively non-threatening distraction.

Better than alcohol and vampire slaying, anyway.

Then he'd invited Elijah over to his place for a drink and to update him, before maybe (hopefully) going out and getting Elijah in there to look around. He understood that even less. Except... Elijah's company had been really, really easy. Kind of weird! But easy.

He missed easy.

Not that kind of easy. Just... close to comfortable, and pleasant.

He met Elijah with the door, handed him a glass of bourbon and stepped back to let him in.

"Any luck?" he asked, as he gestured Elijah toward the living room.

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The dark was...better, at least in that Ric couldn't see him. That helped. Made him feel less weak, if his breakdown couldn't be seen. It gave him space enough for the tears to fall, completely silently.

He had no idea why Ric was sitting here with him, why he was even trying to offer comfort, but he was grateful in his confusion. Unconsciously, he leaned into the touch, into Ric, seeking that human warmth he hadn't felt in...so fucking long.

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Ric waited for the lean, not at all sure if it was going to come. When it did he set the flashlight away from them, turned toward Elijah, and wrapped both arms around him and sort of coaxed and guided him down enough to be held. He even pressed a kiss to the top of Elijah's head.

Treating him, effectively, the same as he would have Jeremy, Elena, or... Damon, really, when Damon actually let himself be held or touched affectionately, which (admittedly) usually involved copious amounts of alcohol. He didn't speak, didn't offer words, just held onto Elijah quietly, in the dark, and pretended not to suspect (or notice) that Elijah was crying.

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Elijah was shocked to find himself in Ric's arms, more shocked by the affectionate kiss, but after a moment's stiffness, he relaxed into it. Turned his face into Ric's shirt, and made himself breathe.

As the initial shock cleared, his brain did what it always had done except for these brief few decades--looked for a way to understand Klaus. Why he'd lied. In the end, it wasn't so hard to understand.

He must have been so scared. His parents had just turned on him, cursed him, cast him out, for things that were not his fault, things that, honestly, were theirs. No matter what Elijah and Rebekah had vowed, how could he beleve them, especially knowing how close they both were to their mother? When Mikael came after them, how could he confess? He had to have been terrified they would blame him, leave him, turn him out. The longer he went without telling, the more difficult it would have become. Maybe, in the fac of Mikael's hatred, he even came to believe the lie. A man who could kill his own children could surely kill the wife who had betrayed him.

None of that was anything Elijah could say, but it helped him reassert some control, to right some of the pieces of his world. The trembling eased a bit and he lifted his head, brushing a soft kiss over the corner of Ric's mouth, butterfly light.

"Thank you...."

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Ric didn't really need to know exactly what was going on. In fact, the less he knew about the justification of Klaus, mental or otherwise, the better off they were. Klaus was, he was sure, completely justifiable. Ric also hated his guts.

When Elijah lifted his head and started to be regaining his composure Ric loosened his arms and unwound a little. He paused and made a softly (pleasantly) surprised sound at the light kiss. "Not a problem...." he responded, though. "Ready to get out of here and into a bottle?" He paused, then asked a bit reluctantly. "Are you going to be okay to drive?"

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Nothing in his head was anything he was going to share with Ric. He'd promsed not to try and defend his brother to the man, and he'd keep ihis word.

What he did in his own ead was for him, no one else.

The pleased little sound was enough to make him want to lean in, kiss him again, get lost in pleasing him more here in the dark, until they both let go of the grief, if only for an hour or so. Part of him wanted to so badly it was nigh on a craving.

Elijah took a breath and pushed the impulse down, then shook his head, just a movement in the dark, still close.

"I'm fine to drive, but I need to go back in there. I need to see the rest."

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Ric... understood the impulse, on some level, and was completely bewildered by it on another. The physical closeness, the way Elijah had leaned into him... his own grief and feeling Elijah's? Knowing how much Elijah needed touched and hadn't been? Yeah, the impulse was there. Just not normally one he had, in particularly that way. Certainly not one he expected to feel at all toward Elijah.

And it was more impulse than craving, and pretty... vague.

Ric was dubious about Elijah's plan, but. "I'd do the same thing," he admitted, groped in the dark until he found the flashlight.

He hesitated for a brief second, then kissed Elijah lightly, but on the mouth. Immediately thereafter he turned the flashlight on and stood, hand out to help Elijah up.

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The light kiss almost made him shiver, made him regret he hadn't followed that impulse, but he let Ric go, then took his hand even though he didn't need it, and stood fluidly. He kept his face slightly averted in the light, not wanting his tear tracks seen, and then moved back into the cave.

"Can you bring the light over to this section?"

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There was something about Elijah turning even slightly away from the light that tugged at Ric, but he followed Elijah with his flashlight and shone is on the section of the wall Elijah had indicated. He didn't verbally reply, for a number of reasons. He certainly wasn't going to compromise Elijah's... pride, he supposed.

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He didn't read the story anymore, just skipped past the piece about his mother, following the tale of their flight, following the rebuilding of the wolves, on through centuries until he stopped over the image of people kneeling around a tree.

Elijah went cold.

This was what he was not meant to see, he was certain. This was why the barrier had been erected.

He swallowed, scanned the rest of the wall, but there was nothing else really there. "Let's go."

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Ric suspected something was up, but he couldn't separate Elijah's reaction now from his previous one, didn't know the cause or the source. For all he knew, he'd just seen the same part of the story again, or even to being back in this space. "Sure...," he agreed, but didn't move. "Is everything as... all right as it was?"

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Elijah closed his eyes briefly, but then nodded. "No other tragedies. Just how we left and the wolves grew strong again and everyone celebrated."

Which was completely true, though his voice was back to that detached place as he let the numbness seep back in, walling himself off from turbulent emotions. It wasn't turning them off--what was left of his humanity was still there, but it eased the volatility, helped him think.

Usually, he preferred it. Right now he just felt cold.

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Whatever it was, it unsettled the fuck out of Ric, and made him pretty cautious and wary of him. His associations with... vampires being remote was possibly better than ones going off the deep end into over-emotionality, but it still pinged some alarm in his gut. Not enough to make him reactive or scared, per se, but it did make him just a little more watchful and careful.

"All right...." He turned away and headed back out of the small cave, and pointed the light toward the entrance. Then he thought again and handed the flashlight back to Elijah, so he could light the way out.

And so Ric wasn't in front of him.

For all the cautious, though, he was still concerned about Elijah.

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Elijah noted the unsettled and cautious and cursed silently. This...wasn't something he could trust them with. He'd said too much about Mikael and being on the run for so long. But he hated the loss of that warmth.

He took the flashlight, but paused by Ric and reached up to cradle his jaw, letting the warmth flicker for just a moment, and a flash of the pain. He wasn't angry--he was hurt and he was scared, and none of that was Ric's fault.

Detaching, compartmentalizing....it was what he did to survive.

Hs thumb ghosted over Ric's cheekbone and his voice was soft. "Thank you. For coming here with me."

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It really wasn't Elijah's fault. Ric didn't know Elijah very well, yet, though he'd certainly learned quite a bit in the few hours they'd spent together. He did know that Elijah was reserved and remote more often than not, but he'd... spent more time being a bit cautious with Elijah than not. He could still put the pieces together and figure it out, at least a little, but.

If his gut hadn't reacted to an emotional shift toward cold or overt anger, after his experiences with Isobel and Damon, it would have said something even worse about his mental health than his inability to turn down a challenge, and alcoholism.

He was pretty ready and willing to be gentled out of it, though. The reach for his face momentarily made him think he was about to be grabbed by the throat and thrown somewhere or have his neck broken (because realistically? That happened more often than soft touches), but it didn't last long. The flicker of warmth and hurt, as well as the light touch was enough for him to slot what Elijah was doing, the reason for that shut down, into place.

At least a little.

He turned slightly toward Elijah's palm without fully recognizing that he was doing it. He smiled a bit, and nodded in recognition. "Save the thanks for me sharing my bourbon...." But it was warm, more at ease and steadier again. That let concern for Elijah come back to the forefront.

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Ric relaxing again let Elijah relax somewhat more and he kept his hand where it was as Ric leaned into it, steady and brushing over his skin, then just cradling. His gaze was searching and intent, for a moment before he smiled a little.

"Bourbon sounds really good right now." Preferably on Ric's lips, but that was just a quiet thought, the briefest shift of his gaze to those lips. "Let's go crack open that bottle now."

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Ric really, really wanted to lean in. Sexual tension wasn't even really the right word. The hand on his face, the closeness and the darkness, the emotional upheaval and the fact that Elijah had made the effort to break out of the reserve and even that Elijah had reached out and initiated contact, this time.

Ric licked his lips, opened his mouth to say something and then made a frustrated sound instead. He was getting a lot more familiar with touching Elijah, and had even brushed those couple of kisses across his lips, but he didn't want to kiss Elijah. He wanted to kiss Elijah.

"We really need to go home." One way or the other. Maybe common sense would come back as they drove. "Feel free to break speed limits." That was a bit of a tease, combined with a smile.

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Elijah's eyes flickered darker just for a moment, under the heat of Ric's gaze, but he pulled it back under control admirably fast. That compulsion to press into him was back, but...not here. Here wasn't the right place. Here belonged to someone else.

"I think that's a good idea..." If there was a touch of huskiness in with the softness, so be it. Elijah slid his hand away slowly, not an abrupt pull back but a lingering touch that eventually separated as he slowly stepped back, then turned, shining the flashlight down to the path for Ric as he started back toward the entrance.

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Ric really had no idea what this was. He probably could have figured it out, and he might bother to try at some point, but he wasn't going to now. Now he was going to quietly follow Elijah out of the caves and, once outside and blinking at daylight, move up to walk beside him to the car. Walked around to his side of the car, and waited for Elijah to unlock the door so he could slide in and fasten his seat-belt.

He didn't think about it, didn't question it, didn't justify or rationalize. He just waited for Elijah to get into the car, leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes.

And offered Elijah his hand.

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Elijah gave the hand a startled look, but once he had the car started and in gear, he took it. He had to let go a couple of times to shift gears, but he always returned back to the warmth of Ric's hand.

This wasn't anything he knew how to explain, either. Oh, the tension he understood, sexual and otherwise, but the softer intimacy, the hands and touches and soft kisses that held the promise of something more they weren't openly acknowledging...that he hadn't expected. Wasn't used to.

Or hadn't been used to for a very long time.

He let go to downshift and park the car, then reached to squeeze Ric's hand gently. "We're here."

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It was probably a little surprising (or maybe not), then, that Ric understood the softness with Elijah. He didn't really expect it to be returned, but he was... really good at people and the more that fell into place with Elijah, the more he understood, the more he figured out the emotional dynamic and more comfortable with it he was.

Sexual tension? That was a little less common from him, particularly directed at Elijah. Who was Klaus' brother.

Then again, he'd found Elijah attractive from go, so.... Thrown off balance and some part of him recognizing that this might be a horrible idea or not, he shouldn't be too surprised.

He roused himself at the gentle pressure on his hand, as much as Elijah's voice. "Bourbon, here we come," he said, voice a little huskier even than usual. He came very close to leaning into Elijah, but ultimately slid out of the car instead, and led the way back into the house.

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The husky tone sent a tiny shiver down Elijah's spine, though he didn't let it show on the outside, just gave Ric a calm look and followed him into the house. He waited quietly as Ric unlocked the door, stepped inside behind him.

Strongly considered grabbing him back to press against the door while Elijah kissed the hell out of him, but restrained himself.

"You have a good deal of it, yes?" he asked with a wry smile. "I might need a lot..."

If only to keep the urges in check.

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"You've had a really rough day...." Ric was loathe to move away from Elijah and lingered there for a moment, but did eventually force himself to step away from him and the door, and move back toward the living room and the glasses they'd left. "If we start running too low, I'll make a run to the high school."

Because that made any sense.

Ric was hyper aware of Elijah's presence in the house, now. Hyper aware of Elijah, proximity, the sound of his voice, everything, in the best possible way. He just... needed to pour those drinks and okay maybe he was drawing things out a little, now.

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"It's been that kind of year for everyone." His issues were hardly the most important.

Elijah followed him back to the living room, keeping the urge to practically prowl after him in check. Predatory was not his best move here. He was, however, too on edge to retake his comfortable seat on the sofa, so prowl he did--around the room like a restless jungle cat pacing a clearing.

A quizzical look rested on his face at the high school comment. "Is the school serving as the local liquor store now?" Gentle, amused a little, understanding underneath it. A stronger urge to reach out for that mutual comfort that...for all the signals Ric was giving now and then, he really didn't think would be welcome.

He distracted himself from going after Ric, touching him all over, by examining his things, touching them instead with gentle caresses from long, elegant fingers. The books got particular reverence and closer curiosity, fingertips over spines like they were treasures, learning more about the other man through the choices he made about what to surround himself with.

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"It has been."

He didn't love admitting it, but there was no denying that this year had just... sucked. Not just for him, but for, as Elijah had said, everyone.

He poured two glasses full of bourbon, as he watched Elijah prowling around the confined space like a large, restless, cat, for just a moment. Prowling like a cat, and stroking his books, he realized. Nothing too exciting there, or at least not too overtly personal. Lots of history - general, very specific, some fairly ridiculous. He shook his head after a moment and carried both glasses to where Elijah was.

"More secondary storage, than store. It's usually bought, by the time it's there...." His, or what was confiscated. "Do you still want this?" This being the drink.

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Elijah didn't care about personal, really--you could tell a lot about someone by what they read, what they enjoy. He had read several of them, could point out the mistakes in a few others, was intrigued by a couple.

But he looked away from the books and back to Ric when he brought the drinks over, and nodded. "Yes. Thank you..."

The drink. Whatever was crackling in the air. Either one. Or both.