noble-stag-mikaelsonβ.
Elijah was seated in his library, one leg crossed over the other as he flipped a yellowing page in the book he was reading. One elbow was propped on the arm of the chair, his index finger gently pressed to his upper lip. The Original turned his head when he heard a knock at the door, waiting a beat, wondering if someone else would answer it. When the knock came again he sighed and closed his book, standing and walking over to it. He opened it,Β βCan I help you?β
@newbornfallsstarterβ
βWhat? Canβt a nephew stop by to visit his beloved uncle?β He questioned in place of an answer, a cheeky grin on his features.Β βBut okay, I was actually wondering if you had any familyΒ grimoires laying around that I could borrow. You know, for research and general betterment.β