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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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   elizabeth wants to scream at him and blame him for all of the pain she’s ever experienced, but it won’t do. it won’t sate her need to make others feel what she does, for as donovan continues to speak, claiming to love her more than anything, she knows it will go right over his head. his pain is in loving her, and as hands grasp her shoulders and azure oculars meet emeralds, she’ll know that he feels the torment as well. she’s looked so long for someone to replace her beloved italian, for someone she could torture so that they felt what she did, but it had always been donovan. he was the replacement for all she’d been looking for, and it’s only now, seeing that pain in his eyes, that she realizes it. his suffering comes from loving her, her own from denying him.

   when donovan pulls away, giving himself over to her so that she may punish him how she pelases, elizabeth will slowly shake her head after thinning her lips. the rage still lingers inside, forever visible in her gaze, but something inside her has cracked and broken down. 

      “ why did you have to do it like this? why did you hurt me? “

   voice still strong, it’s more obvious now that her fight is dwindling, that her agony is waning; even if only just.

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     ❝ Baby, ❞

    A hint of weakness could now clearly be detected in his voice. For someone who
seemed to be so stoic; so void of any remorse, the look on Donovan’s face was one
that completely contradicted to every single emotion that he had initially displayed.
The changes in his mood was far too substantial for it not to be noticeable. In turn,
he looked full of emotion and regret. What in the world did he do?

    The regret that he felt, however, wasn’t because of the fresh blood that he now
carries on his hands, so to speak. He was still positive that killing the man that
Elizabeth held dear was the right choice to make — the ONLY logical choice to make.
But with the way that she put it — why did you hurt me — like he did what he did to
intentionally do her any kind of harm; he could feel a deep tear in his heart. 

    ❝ I’m sorry. ❞

    The words were mumbled, difficult to speak, but they eventually found their way
passed lips that have been nothing but poisonous the entire evening. His head
bowed down, only to raise back up after moving a few steps towards Elizabeth.

    ❝ I’m sorry, baby. I never wanted to hurt you, you know that, right? I love you. ❞

    Albeit quiet, those words managed to slip out much easier. Blue eyes locked onto
the clearly distraught pair in front of him as a hand was raised to lightly graze against
her cheek.