ELIJAH MIKAELSON

    ELIJAH MIKAELSON

    β‹†π™šβ‚ŠΛšβŠΉ wasteland, baby.

    ELIJAH MIKAELSON
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    it was as if his bones were made of glass, shattering into a million pieces with every movement he took and sending waves of sharp, shooting pain coursing through his limbs. until his thoughts shifted to you. his muscles screamed in protest with every step, each movement sending jolts of electric pain shooting through his body.

    he had to make it to you.