jbchub:

I’m a loyal ass person, so if I stop fucking with you its because YOU fucked up.

femmefatale:

                            ❛  I’m  not  here  to  chat  with  you  or  talk  anything  to  you…. ❜  your  piece  of  shit,  she  finished  the  phrase  mentally.  natacha  drummed  her  fingers  on  the  table  as  her  cocktail  was  poured  again,  &  she  took  it,  her  grey  orbs  travels  to elsewhere,  away  from  this  fellow… what  was  his  name  again ???  donovan ?!

     “Well, you see, that’s the thing; your lips are moving and there is a voice coming out…” A smart retort, followed by a rather nonchalant shrug of his shoulders — likely not up to par for what would otherwise be called proper social etiquette, but alas, he scarcely cared. After all, what was the over a century-year-old woman going to do? Eat him?

blkwiidow:

 _{the  way  he  was  talking  made  her  think  he  had  been  through  some  shit  like  that  as  well  ,  that  his  soul  might  be  as  dark  as  hers  ,  the  darkness  always  drew  her  close  ,  bad  thoughts  spinning  in  her  mind  .  she  never  was  a  good  person  ,  she  lost  count  of  how  many  people  she  killed  in  her  life  .  did  she  even  regret  one  victim   ?   probably  not  .  that’s  what  made  her  end  up  in  a  bar  like  this  .} 

 _{a  sassy  smile  on  her  lips  when  she  heard  his  question  she  leaned  back  ,  her  red  curls  falling  over  her  shoulders  ,  she  downed  her  drink  ,  looking  over  to  him       ❛       I  don’t  think  you  have  enough  time  and  alcohol  for  that  story        ❜       she  muttered  ,  leaning  over  to  him  a  bit  before  she  ordered  another  drink  .  ❛        what  are  you  even  drinking  there    ?    that  smells  disgusting  ,  like  blood        ❜       she  smelled  enough  blood  in  her  life  to  figure  this  smell  out  easily  .} 

     Although she didn’t exactly give him an answer, he was still capable enough of reading between the lines of her dismissal towards the subject. She didn’t want to talk about it. That was fine, of course. He wasn’t that kind of person to force someone into talking when it was clear that they didn’t want to — especially about something as minuscule as this. Instead, he sat in a brief state of silence, absentmindedly rotating his wrist a few times, giving the crimson liquid that filled to cup a bit of a stir.

Catching on to the comment that she made about his drink, the dark-haired man quickly turned his attention over to the woman standing beside him, sending her a bit of a questioning look. Blood. She knew; but how? However, instead of letting his mild panic be made known, a chuckle quickly sounded from him as he gave his head a shake as if she had just said the most ridiculous thing ever. “How does blood smell?” He asked, feigning cluelessness. “You must be familiar enough to know what it smells like. But no, it’s a special ingredient. An energy drink.” At least he wasn’t necessarily lying about that.

jonny-august:

American Horror Story: Hotel (5)

butscrewmefirst:

always so willing to please. and that SMILE; elizabeth can’t get enough of it.   ❛ no, baby, i want to know what you want to do. it’s OUR night, but i always pick. ❜   space between them is closed, her frame pressed flush to donovan’s as hands splay out flat against his chest and rub up and down. chin tilting up, her lips will brush teasingly against his own.   ❛ anything you want… ❜

     It’s all too foreign to him to even consider making a decision. No, not the overwhelming sense of unease; he was more than used to that — the slightly nauseating feeling that he typically fell victim to as his insides twisted in knots. This was a discomfort on a completely different level. Perhaps it was needless to say that he wasn’t exactly used to the prospect of being the one to suggest an activity for the two of them to partake in — they were often denied and he was shamed for even considering such a thing. Was this a test? Was she being genuine? Per usual, it was hard for him to tell. But alas, he would be a fool, quite frankly, not to consider the former. “It’s my choice?” As if he really needed some kind of clarification. In his ( brief ) silence, he carefully considered his options ( did she want to go on a hunt? Have another endless night of sex? ) before eventually deciding to bite the bullet. “How about some dinner?” She did say that it was up to him — whatever he wanted, and what more did Donovan want than some romance?

wclfgirl:

         _{“ Of fucking COURSE I will. Not like I’ve got great memories attached to it. I’d even provide the gasoline in the form of a lot of Whisky. We should get the expensive stuff from the bar. Think we’d be able to nab it without being caught by Liz? ”}

     “I think so. I mean, she may be smart and everything, but I think we’d be able to get past her. I think maybe I could distract her or something while you run in and grab everything that we need.“

butscrewmefirst:

❛ smart man. it’s good to know who’s on your side. ❜   she encourages with a gentle grin, pausing only to look him up and down; the man is always so hesitant around her, and she’s well aware of it though she rarely comments.   ❛ now, how about we do something together, hmm? just the two of us? ❜   it’s implied that she doesn’t mean hunting.

     The weight of the world crashing down on his shoulders was suddenly lifted the second that her words were able to travel the short distance and to be fully taken in by him. So soothing; and yet, Donovan never dared to take advantage of that. A show for his relief came in the way that he looked up at her, allowing her to see everything in the sparkle of his baby blue eyes. Albeit small, a genuine smile quickly crept up on his face nonetheless. “Of course we can do something together, babe. What do you have in mind?” As eager as he was to accept her proposal, he still knew better than to be the one to suggest an activity rather than accept her suggestion — no matter how much he might not have wanted to. After all, he lived to serve.