elijah was a tough man, especially after all the shit him n his twin been through. eventually though, it caught up with him. he was quiet, usually to himself of in his own head. not fearfully, but in a scarring way; his past decisions never failing to keep him alert, ready, even.

you were a light sleeper, resting on the strong, firm bicep of your husband who had recently returned from his 7 year disappearance to chicago with his twin, elias. while they were away, word was they were working for capone after fighting in ww1. the two of you had been at peace for the most part, elijah trying his best to heal his traumas. his grip on your soft nightgown intensified quickly, his slow breaths quickening as he lightly trembled. one of his nightmares again.