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Indie & Selective canon American Horror Story: Hotel rp.

donovan.

Heavy nsfw / triggering content.

Mun & Muse are 21+.

Multiverse, Multiship, OC & crossover FRIEDNLY.

Written by Teresa.

tracking: iintravenovs

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natacharambcva:

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Natacha forced a smile on her face, ignoring his expression. She was so angry && there isn’t anything in this WORLD that pleases her anymore, but shopping.. But still there’s something else missing. She can’t pinpoint EXACTLY what was that. But walking forward she hit her shoulder when she pass at his side, taking a sit && ordered a drink for the night.

She wasn’t really a talker herself, also Natacha always had trouble with COMMUNICATION due to her STRONG personality && she is tough. Even in her glorious days of fame, a lot of people HATED && loved her at the same time.

WHATEVER. I don’t care.

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    ❝ MOODY. ❞

   The word was mumbled underneath a short huff of breath. Had that not been the
case, he quite honestly wouldn’t have cared whether or not she heard him because
that was truly what she was; and for no valid reason at that.

   On second thought, I take that back. It was thanks to Donovan that the woman
before him was Rudy Valentino’s widow, but he wasn’t thinking much of that. After
all, another one bites the dust … or is that a bit too insensitive?

   A cold hit on the shoulder as she walked by and he couldn’t help but scoff. Such
an elaborate game of ‘I’m anti-social, here me roar’ she seemed to be committed
to playing; wouldn’t it be a shame if someone just came in with the intent of making
things more difficult on her? Make no mistake about it, Donovan was definitely that
guy.

   Quickly turning all the way around, he proceeded to take the necessary steps
forward until he was at the bar. Bringing himself to sit down right beside the woman,
he turned his head over to cast a rather charming and faux innocent smile in her direction.

   ❝ I take it,
                you want some
COMPANY. ❞