Carlijah; Friendship or implied feelings. When Klaus gets too much for Caroline to bear, she finds solace in Elijah, and he hates and loves it.
He smiled as he watched her. He tried to pretend that he didn’t notice the way the sun dance along her blond curls, almost giving them an illusion of spun gold. Or the way her cheeks reddened when she was in the midst of a rant of great importance to her. Or the way her scent, a hint of rose and sandalwood, lingered on his jacket long after she left.
No he didn’t notice it at all. Especially not the adorable way she would bite her lips as she waited expectantly for him to answer one of her questions.
He knew she never saw him as more than a friend or a confidante. He knew she never noticed the way his fingers lightly traced the freckles on her shoulders as he helped her put her jacket on. Or the way his eyes would always sought her out whenever he entered a room. Or the way he would smile stoically as his brother kissed her in front of him.
She noticed nothing. But Klaus did.
Klaus always noticed the way. That’s why he took great pleasure in rubbing in the fact that she chose him. The smirks, the knowing glances, the possessive glint in his eyes as he looked at her all screamed his claim at Elijah.
Elijah was a man of honor; he never stole anything that didn’t belong to him. He didn’t do it with Tatia & as much as he was tempted to, he wasn’t about to break his code for Caroline.
But there were days that his control ran thin. Those days he had to stay far away from her, far away from the temptation that she presented to him. Family above all. He wasn’t about to betray his brother for her. Or would he? The days he didn’t know that answer were the days were his emotions showed throw the cracks.
That was when he would go for days because there would be some unruly hybrids stirring up trouble somewhere and he was needed to bring them in line. Having finally regained his control, he would come back. Those days he would think he was over her, that any feelings he had for her were long gone but all it took was one glance or one squeal from her before she dashed into his arms welcoming him home, her scent wafting over him for him to know that those feelings would never go away.
He loved her.
And he hated the fact that he loved her.