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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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“x marks the spot on the head of an idiot.”

ten word prompts

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     Setting his palms flat against the wooden surface on the bar of The Blue Parrot, a long and dramatic sigh of frustration was the only thing that withdrew from the dark-haired man clad in a black leather jacket. If Donovan knew Sally, ( and he did ) he would safely assume that this was a textbook case of her antics. The resident junkie was always looking for different ways to get on the skin of the immortal man — to her, it was like an ageless source of entertainment, something with a stubborn refusal to ever get old.  Although he didn’t want to admit it, he had to take responsibility and accept the fact that he was mostly part of the blame for her consistency. Whether he wanted to or not, he always gave her a reaction, much like the one he was giving right now. He wasn’t exactly too skilled in masking the fact that he was definitely annoyed. After sitting in complete silence for a few moments, he chose to finally address her after a quick eye roll and whilst managing to keep his sight on Liz. “Go away, Sally. Don’t you have something better to do?“