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And I blame this world for making a good man evil (for Ric)

Elijah sat inside his car staring at his phone blankly. Clearly none of the others in town had thought to run their plan by Ric who could, at least, have told them what they were doing, who they were searching for, after what Elijah had told him. He might not have known to tell them it was a bad idea, though--Elijah had only shared so much.

It wasn't visible, but he was trembling. What was visible was that he was shaken. He tried to push it back, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to settle before he got out and moved into Ric's building, heading up to his apartment.

They'd made plans to go into the city for the Central Virginia Celtic Festival which amused Elijah after many years spent in Scotland and Ireland, but for which the actual appeal was a whisky tasting that Elijah had heard was going to have some rare vintages which weren't being advertised.

All things considered, he could use the drink, though that really hadn't been his intention in suggesting it. Now he had to wonder if it wouldn't be a farewell. Not that he wanted it to be, but neither did he want to be here with any of his siblings when Mikael got to town.

Shaking his head, he moved up the stairs to Ric's apartment, knocking lightly and trying to not look as bothered--and scared--as he was.

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Elijah gave him a dismayed look that might or might not have been exaggerated in a teasing way. Mostly, he was happy to take the divergence.

"You remember my attempts to reason with him have historically failed spectacularly, right?"

But, no, really. Damon only seemed to pay attention when Elijah made him bleed. The Original had suspicions about the boy liking it.

"No one's attempts to reason with Damon have been blindingly successful," Ric said, voice laced with dry, fond humor. "I'm just saying maybe we could try yelling as a first line of offense and save the stabbing." He was possibly teasing? Maybe? Actually he was trying to protect Damon and doing it really, really awkwardly.

Elijah gave him a rueful sort of smile. "A novel idea all around. I suppose I can give it a try..." The rueful stayed in place. "I don't suppose you can get him to make the same concession?"

The boy had skewered him to a door the night they met, after all.

"Believe me, I will be fair in applying my pleading for you to not to kill each other and to keep violence to the consensual and mutually enjoyable sort." He isn't so sure about Elijah, but he does know Damon and has more than ample reason to suspect that Damon gets off on being beaten up. Not necessarily in the healthiest of ways, maybe, but he wouldn't keep doing it, if it wasn't working for him.

Elijah arches an eyebrow and gives him a bit of a smirk. "So consensual and mutually enjoyable violence is all right...?"

Though, really, he's not sure Damon could handle his sort of consensual violence, even the mutually enjoyable kind. But then, very few people really ever have been able to. Modified, sure. He's used to that.

How does he end up in these conversations? Oh, right. He walks into them blindly, without any understanding of where they're actually going or the implications of what they might say about him.

He's barely had sex with Elijah, and now he's talking about Elijah being kinky with his best friend. That says something, all right.

"Far be it from me to try to tell either one of you what you're allowed to do.... " He could tell Damon until he was blue in the face. That didn't mean Damon was going to listen to him.

Elijah is fairly certain that Alaric didn't really mean to go there with the conversation, but it's certainly a good distraction from his panic over his father--far more interesting, less emotionally charged.

"Hmm...I don't know. I think Damon might like someone telling him what to do." He was truly just teasing now, amusement clear in his eyes.

The amusement and obvious teasing made Ric pull himself back together enough to laugh. "Why don't you ask him?" Just to see the look on Damon's face in response to that, and because holy hell he kind of wanted to see that byplay now.

After they dealt with Elijah's father. It was going on his list for someday, though.

What were vampires doing to his sexuality,e xactly?

Elijah tried to imagine how that conversation would go and found himself cracking up a little (well, inside), though, really, getting Ric to laugh after Elijah's freakout was an achievement. "I might just do that, once we get this mess straightened out..."

He was worried about his father, but not quite as terrified anymore. That helped.

Ric was still worried about it, but Damon would show up and they'd be able to put their plan in motion, examine it for mistakes and holes, and then they could move on with the lighter stuff. Until they could do that, keeping Elijah laughing or at least not terrified was the goal. Both of them turning broody wasn't going to help a thing. "Make sure I'm in the room so I can witness this first hand. It's not something I want to miss out on."

"That begs the question of whether we tell him about...us..." The word is uncertain, as is Elijah's look--a moment of vulnerability flickering through his eyes, though self-aware amusement overlays it. It's not nearly as angsty, at all, than the rest of what they're discussing, but still. He doesn't know what this is--if there is an "us," and given they've both avoided talking about it to those close to them...

Well, hitting on Damon in front of Damon's best friend who knows or who didn't know that said best friend is...involved with him? That has different approaches.

"I intended to," he admitted. "Or to at least try. I don't know how it's going to go, but I don't want to be lying to him." He paused. "I mean there... is an us, isn't there?"

That was the question, wasn't it? Elijah considered it, giving him a small smile as he did. "I'd like to think there is." He hesitated, teeth catching his lower lip. "Do you think he'll accept that?"

"I don't have the slightest idea, Elijah. He might. Or he might feel like he's being replaced by somebody better. I don't want that, but lying to him isn't going to make it any better. So let's just play it by ear." He loved Damon. He was starting to seriously care about Elijah. It was just going to be a balancing act and relying on hope.

Elijah gave him a serious look. "I don't want to replace him." Though he knew that was how Klaus tended to react when Elijah let someone else into his heart. And, honestly, that was far more worrisome than Damon's reaction. Not that either of them were easy to reason with when on an emotional flailing session.

"Hopefully we can make him believe that."

"We'll work it out." He was left awkward and - "I don't know what to do with you now," he admitted. "Want another drink while we wait?" There was an us. There wasn't time to do anything with that, really. There were bigger problems, though the distraction was nice, than Damon, Klaus, or 'us'. Which meant....

Waiting on Damon, then dealing with Silas, then dealing with them? It wouldn't be that clean and neat, but.

Elijah looked a little amused at the admission, though he understood it. "Well, I could suggest a couple of things," he said, lightly, attempting humor, before nodding. "But a drink would be...good."

Obviously their plans had been tossed aside by the children's actions, but there was no reason they couldn't be comfortable while waiting for them to get back. Charlotte was a bit aways, even the Damon drove.

"That kinda planning I'm leaving in your hands for a while." He still hadn't figured out what in the world to do with Elijah. Someday soon things would settle and he'd spend ages just investigating and exploring. For now - He went and poured the drinks. He was pretty confident in that, though - "Just don't let me get drunk before he shows up."

"That's very generous of you..." His smile was lighter than he felt, but he was trying. And more than happy to be the teacher in that arena. Ric was a fast learner, which delighted him.

"I think I've figured out the level for that, after careful observation..."

Ric liked sex. Elijah was hot. There was a lot of incentive to learn. "I think you've figured a lot out, after careful observation...."

Like how to make things that weren't at all sexy sound that way. Dammit.

Elijah's smile flashed, then he shifted closer again. Damon would likely be here far too soon for much of anything, but...that didn't mean he had to forgo all physical contact. And he still was shaken. "Privilege of age or something..."

Leaning in, he brushed a kiss over Ric's lips, tasting the bourbon there.

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