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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.

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        It’s a shame, Sebastian thought to himself. He might’ve taken keen interest in the other man were it not for the commentary he had to provide. As it was, however? Interest seemed to be overshadowed by annoyance. The invitation was, admittedly, a little too tempting. ( He could go for the other’s carotid arteries. He could go for his jugular veins. Radial arteries, median veins–all with the scalpel concealed within his pocket..

      ❛ Are you giving me permission? ❜ He looked, perhaps, a bit too satisfied with the realization. Sebastian wasn’t a fool–he was, of course, expecting retaliation of some sort. But he was more than happy to have the offer. ( Thoughts were easily drifting off to that of the pleasure that came with the glide of the scalpel against flesh. )

      A hand slipped into his blazer pocket, then, fingers curling around the handle of the scalpel always tucked away in the questionable hotel. ❛ I suppose it’s a decent place to die in, isn’t it? ❜ A step closer–slow, tentative. The scalpel was withdrawn after a second step. ❛ The decor is acceptable. ❜ And another step. ❛ I’m glad any bloodstains can easily be taken care of. ❜

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       Okay. It took a few minutes, but eventually the flip was switched in Donovan’s
brain, bringing him to the realization that this guy was, in fact, serious. Not only that,
but WHOA — he was apparently armed and ready to go. Sure, Donovan may have
enjoyed his life to a point, but that didn’t mean that he was afraid of death. What was
so wrong about dying anyway? Death was merely an escape from all of the horrors
that life provided him with. You could even go as far as saying that he would have
embraced dying rather beautifully. However, all it took to get him to snap out of the
thoughts of making peace with his supposed imminent death was when he heard the
other man mention the possibility of Donovan dying on the hotel grounds. That was
when he abruptly was brought right back into reality; there was absolutely no way
that he was going to DIE in this hotel and be left to haunt the halls FOREVER.

      ❛ Take it easy, man. ❜ His words were panic ridden — his entire demeanor was
clearly contradictory to the one that he had initially been trying to charade. Although
his efforts did at least deserve a standing ovation, it was all quickly put to rest.
Donovan has met his fair share of PSYCHOPATHS, but this one in particular? He
was on an entirely different level and every single one of his movements — SLOW
and MENACING — was doing its best in proving that to be the case.

      Hands pushed out to hold in front of him; a gesture that accurately displayed
surrender. What was the only logical thing to do when standing right in the face of
adversity? You make a deal with the DEVIL, of course. The logistics were rather
QUESTIONABLE, but as were all of Donovan’s actions as of late, it seems. ❛ It’s
a shame, you know? You look like you can WIELD that thing pretty well. ❜ He quickly
pointed to the sharp scalpel that he had concealed inside his blazer. ❛ You and I would
have worked together MARVELOUSLY. ❜

      Were those words going to be enough to bring up at least a bit of INTRIGUE from
the other man? Donovan certainly hoped so. It wasn’t like he was just blowing smoke
either.

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