We Never Go Out of Style
Summary: Kailjah prompts I dream of or that you guys send me!
Disclaimer: TVD nor TO are mine, and you guys can confirm that from the moment Elijah said goodbye to Katherine. I would NEVER to that to my babies.
Notes: Okay, I count on you guys to prompt me here, or on tumblr (umaficwriter), anywhere you want to! Just a silly thing this 1st chap
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Chapter 1
Prompt: What if there was never a Tatia? What if Katerina was the doppelganger from the start? Elijah and Katerina first meeting.
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The wind brought the fresh smell of pines over the forest.
Elijah knew the winter was coming and with it a severe coldness was to approach. That was exactly why he was collecting wood from the far side of the forest intending to keep not only his family warm, but good part of the village too.
His brothers were around doing shores alike and he thought that was one of them approaching as he heard the creak of a few leaves being trampled by foot.
"Hello," came the tiny voice from behind the second eldest Mikaelson.
Elijah turned around alarmed. He was waiting for Niklaus' voice, Kol's pranks or even Rebekah's unlady-like comments, he wasn't waiting for a woman's voice reaching, even less so one that belonged to such exquisite beauty.
He smiled politely, the way only a noble young man like himself would, and watched as she courted respectfully to his figure.
"Are you lost lady?" was out of his mouth as soon as she set her back straighter again.
She shook her head no, but didn't utter another word, only looked directly at him.
His long hair was partly loose, and the wind was delivering his scent to her nostrils successfully. He smelled like rain on earth and pine.
Katerina was new to the out-skirted village commanded by the ruthless Mikael Mikaelson. She had come with a group of survivors from a tragical fire a couple villages away. The brown-haired girl had noticed the Mikaelson sibling talking, or playing from afar, but never had she ever had the courage to pursue with interaction, even less so with the second eldest son: Elijah.
Katerina knew his name, for she had listened to his sibling vociferate it countless times already, although, she doubted he knew hers.
The young man observed her length for any injuries. Wasn't common a lady, so young nonetheless, to prowl around the forest, so Elijah assumed she was lost, maybe injured.
He let go of the wood he had been chopping and rubbed his hands together in intentions to clean them, at least the best he could without water.
"I'm Katerina," she prompted and he looked up from his hands into her eyes. "We haven't met before," clarified the slim girl.
She shouldn't be more than 18 winters old.
Elijah offered her a small smile, his sharp cheekbones going up, his hair still untamed for the intense wind blowing.
"Pleasure to meet you, Katerina. I am Elijah," he greeted politely, although didn't get closer.
She smiled back, her doe eyes inviting, her own hair being shoved in all directions by the wind.
"Pleasure to meet you officially Elijah,"
A look of confusion graced his features and brought a smile to Katerina's face.
"I have seen you around the village," explained as she tamed a loose strand, putting it behind her ear.
"I'm glad we meet properly my lady. I'm sure I've never seen you around. I doubt I'd ever forget meeting you,"
He couldn't have met her before, could he?
It wasn't possible for him to forget such beauty, her manners were impeccable, her smile sweet, her eyes innocent and her demeanor humble. Although, the woman had a particular glow, something that attracted him to her just like moths to a flame.
Katerina looked away with the hidden complement, redness creeping in her cheeks.
"Although I know the way back to the village, I'm afraid I don't know how to reach the river?" the girl commented raising her hand, and only then Elijah noticed a medium sized wooden bucket.
The helpful, honorable man he was, Elijah soon offered to take her to the nearest river.
"No need, you could only point me directions," Katerina tried to argue. The last thing she wanted was to disturb Elijah in his tasks, also she was humiliated enough to not know her way to the river in the two weeks she had stayed in the village.
"I insist," and it was final.
They walked side by side, hearing the forest' sounds and in the first moment, in a comfortable silence.
"You can call me by my name," came the chocolate haired girl's voice after a couple of minutes of walking.
"Katerina," he tested her name in his tongue. It sounded rich, unique and sacrat.
Katerina could say the same.
The way his tongue rolled out the letters that composed her name were divine, unique and contemplative, as if he was inviting her for something.
She had never laid down with a man before. She knew she shouldn't. Although she had kissed a few in her previous village. Not that anyone could get information about that, she would be considered filthy and a disgrace.
Still, with this man walking by her side, she could be called that and not give a penny.
"So, Katerina, what happened for you to be here? For all I gather, you came from a different place?" Elijah asked as they approached the river side. It wasn't too far away from where they were previously.
"You're right," agreed the woman, facing him, when they came to a stop. "My village endured a terrible fire, some of us were lucky enough to escape with minor injuries," Katerina explained as she approached the water.
Elijah followed her with his eyes as she crouched and positioned the bucket over the running water, and thank all the Gods he did, because the stream was so strong that almost knocked Katerina into it, and add to that the sleek ground over the edge…
He leaped ahead and gripped her by the waist, the wooden bucket long forgotten when the pair locked eyes. This time, Katerina in his strong cloth cladded arms and their shallow breathings mixing itselves in front of them.
Elijah had a firm hold on her waistline. Her arms were gripping his biceps hard. Katerina's eyes wide with the scare and Elijah's wandering her face.
The sound of the distant waterfall as clear as their drumming hearts.
"Thank you," came her voice not above a whisper, although he heard her clear.
He still had his eyes locked in her continence, their faces a little closer now.
She looked at him through her thick lashes and averted her brown orbs to his parted mouth.
Inviting like a red apple.
Although he was the one who claimed it first.
The shock Katerina felt had vanished within the instant his soft lips collided with hers.
It was bold and too forward. Two things Elijah never prouded himself to be, yet there he was, exploring the girl's lips with his own, and pulling soft moans from his administration.
They parted ways too soon in his opinion, but air was needed, so he held her close enough and ghostly kissed her lips as her harbored breathing mixed with his own.
Her orbs deflected from his lips to his eyes while she smiled.
She had kissed Elijah Mikaelson.
Notes: Now you guys tell me if this plot deserves a part 2?