So, here is a little Elijah drabble, with a hint of E/E. It just invaded my thoughts and I couldn't focus on anything til I wrote it, so here ya go.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries or any of it's characters. If I did, Elijah would have a lot more screen time.
Elijah liked to touch things.
It was as simple as that, yet at its core was so much more complex. He liked to feel his surroundings; lightly brush his fingertips across surfaces or delicately graze them against objects. He relished in the feel of a weathered book spine, savored the sensation of the rough bark of an ancient oak tree. The leather of a couch, a fresh cotton shirt, even heat from an open fire; anything would do.
It leveled him, in a sense. Feeling, touching…it presented a tangible grip on life, grounded him when he felt distant, tethered him to Earth when he lost touch with reality. After a millennium, he found it quite easy to lose his grasp on life if he wasn't careful, and he desperately clutched for any purchase he could find.
Alas, the one thing he longed to touch, more than anything else he could call to mind, was quite out of reach. The soulful, majestic beauty that in her very essence held the key to his humanity, a permanent link to this world—well, she wasn't his to hold.
So, he touched anything but her.