Klaus has searched years and years for his love and son but with no results. He came close once.
It was 1560 and one of his men reported of seeing someone with his Hilans description with another blond man.
So he had to check it out.
When he arrived the first one he saw was his son. His handsome son. He took all the ruggedness and blond hair from him and the green eyes of his mother.
He was amongst what appeared to be friends and they were playing and laughing together.
"Elric darling," His son turned towards the calling voice and then ran towards it. Embracing the love of Klaus's life and twirling him around making the smaller male laugh.
Klaus was determined to get ahold of both of them and never let go, but when he turned back around he didn't find them and when he searched the town there was nothing left to guide him to them.
Elijah left Klaus in 1840.
He was in France when he saw Hilan in a ball he was attending. The beautiful man was dancing and laughing with a man almost a copy of his brother if it weren't for the green eyes and the slightly softened features.
He approached them when they finished dancing.
"Dear nephew, my you have grown." Elijah smiled when both mother and son turned to him, one with a curious gaze and the other joyful.
"Elijah!" Hilan exclaimed before rushing to embrace him, which he returned fully. Suddenly Hilan moved back. "Nicklaus isn't with you is he?"
Elijah smiled softly and shook his head.
"It gladdens me to see you in such good health." Elijah took hold of both of Hilans hands and kissed them as he used to. "Now lets officially be introduced." He glanced at the blond man.
"Oh yes, Elric my son, Elijah is your uncle." He pulled the taller man forward.
"A pleasure uncle."
Elijah spent a few weeks with both mother and son.
"When will you forgive him?" Elijah asked Hilan one morning when Elric was busy somewhere else.
"I've already forgiven him." Hilan smiled softly before turning back to look out the window. It was one of his favorite things to do, see life as it went on.
"Then why do you keep running." Elijah turned the younger man gently towards him and looked into those soulful green eyes.
"I'm not ready to be found Elijah." He sighed. "Not yet at least."
"When you are ready you'll return to be his?" It was more of a statement than a question they both knew the answer to.
Hilan smiled softly then cupped Elijah's jaw with delicate hands and leaned his forehead against the older mans.
"You know I'll always be, I always am. No matter the time." Hilan spoke softly looking into Elijah's eyes.
"I wish I had met you before my brother." Elijah leaned closer so that he was almost touching those pouty lips. "I wish I was the one that rescued you that day."
Hilan laughed breathlessly.
"Sometimes I wish the same thing." He moved back. "But it wasn't meant to be."
He caressed Elijah's cheek one more time before kissing him softly and moving out of the room.
"If you meet Klaus," Hilan turned to Elijah when he reached the door. "Tell him if he finds me again, I won't run." And then he left.