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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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      TONGUE prodding the inside of soft cheeks as he sat idly at a vacant table, onyx eyes travelling along walls decorated with hideous wallpaper. This was never a place the Antichrist would have thought he’d wind up in; a hotel rich with the scent of mystery and a hint of death. The air of the place was heavy, weighing the child down in his seat, refusing to allow him to move from his comfort. Though this was a place he was certain the poor gathered in, a part of him wanted to stay.

      IT was when he sensed another presence enter the room that black orbs tore away from the poorly furnished walls, one eyebrow quirking up involuntarily as a surge of curiosity flooded his mind, the tongue ceasing it’s movement inside his mouth to shape one simple word.

      “Hello.”

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           Entering in through the front doors of the hotel, Donovan didn’t expect anything to be unusual. The events seemed to follow on a daily routine; he’d leave for a few hours, make his way back, then eventually head back upstairs to Elizabeth without making stop for a brief conversation down at the lobby. Of course, that was if he was lucky enough to avoid one of the many pointless attempts at a conversation by Iris (the bullshit that she tried to feed him was unreal).

          This, however, wasn’t another one of those typical days for Donovan. Unfortunately, he figured that out when he was unexpectedly greeted by the high pitched voice of what only sounded to be a child. Turning his head over immediately, the older male simply raised a confused eyebrow at the child. Was he one of Elizabeth’s children? Surely, that couldn’t have been the case. He didn’t look a thing like the others — dark hair and all. But the fact that he was sitting in the lobby of the Cortez ALONE only led Donovan to make the assumption.

          ❛ What are you doing here? ❜ He asked, finally approaching the small child. Since there was obviously no one around except Iris at the front desk, Donovan automatically decided to place the blame on his mother’s incompetence. It seemed rather illogical, but then again, that was their relationship in a nutshell. Just briefly, blue orbs found their way towards the front desk before giving his head a shake and letting out a rather deep sigh and mumbling underneath his own breath. ❛ Bitch. ❜

          Reverting his attention back onto the child, Donovan quickly sucked his lips a bit before coming to yet another decision; he was going to clean another one of his mother’s messes. ❛ Come on, The Countess probably already knows you’re missing. ❜

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