[ the first thing elijah becomes aware is that he's cold. he's very cold. when he opens his eyes, all he can see is thick covering of forest. he squints, trying to figure out where he is and what he's doing there. he can't recall being in or near a forest and it had been sticky hot in new orleans before.
so, what happened? it's the question that pings around his head as he finally gets to his feet. there's no one around as far as he can see and the only sounds that he can hear are the sounds of the wind and his own breathing.
this isn't right but he can't stay here so he starts walking, feeling the snow dampen the slacks of his suit.
he is really not dressed for this. ]
ii. the end approaches
[he is coming.
elijah reads the three words over and over like repeating it in his head will tell him what it means, who 'he' is and what it has to do with him being here.
he stares and stares, hands in the pockets of his trousers and suit jacket open. it's a little worse from wear due to the trek in from the forest but he has nothing else to wear so it will have to do.
when someone appears, elijah's heart beats a little faster, hoping it's someone he knows. but when it's not, once the person is close enough, he asks: ]
Who is 'he'?
[ his voice is firm, authoritative, showing that he clearly expects an answer. ]
iii. wildcard
[ if you'd like to do something else, feel free to throw it my way. ]
elijah mikaelson — tvd/to
ii. the end approaches
iii. wildcard