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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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      “ it had to to be done? “

   oddly, despite her obvious distress, elizabeth’s voice will come out strong and full. though it may shake slightly, the anger and rage within at such a betrayal rings far too much to hold within. he deserves to feel her wrath, deserves to experience this loss just as she has; because of HIM. the look upon donovan’s face that lingers still, the one that holds next to no regret or remorse for his actions, will finally get to the countess, prompting her forward and towards the dark haired man.

      “ you’re a jealous fool, donovan. do you know what you’ve done? “

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   it’s almost hard to be so close to him, to remember all of the feelings she harbored and still harbors for him. however, he’s violated her trust, hurt her in the worst way possible. not that he didn’t have reason to take such actions against rudy, for his rage can almost be understood. but not by elizabeth, not after nearly a century of recreating men in her now dead lover’s image. what makes it all worse is that donovan was her closest attempt out of them all.

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      If not her words, then it was the anger that she was displaying that should have
fazed Donovan, but the truth was, he simply wasn’t. Maybe to others, the way that
he acted could have been seen as cold and unjust, but he refused to see things that
way. Sure, it was a bit of a jealous act and he could understand that. Was he a
jealous man? When it came down to Elizabeth, that was definitely a category that he
would fall right under.

     ❝ I know exactly what I’ve done. ❞

     He stood strong, unhinged by the woman before him. He knew that she was in
possession of a great deal of power over him, but none of it mattered. The only
thing that really mattered to him was what would become of this entire situation. He
just killed perhaps the biggest part of his lover’s life; a man who he was created to
replicate and none of that mattered to him.

     ❝ I love you, do you not understand? ❞

     Taking his chances, he took a few steps forward until he was within a close enough
distance from the countess to gently grab her by each of her shoulders as he
proceeded to stare into her eyes that were filled with rage.

     ❝ I LOVE YOU. I would do anything for you; kill who was ever in the way of having
you for myself and that’s exactly what he was. If you want to punish me for it? Go for it.
Do whatever you want. All that I ask of you is that you remember why I did what I did. ❞

     Letting go, he took a step back and held out his arms as if he was trying to show her
that he was ready to face whatever kind of punishment he would have to face for his
actions of treachery.