“Get yourself together, Cordelia,” the older woman returned in a harsher voice as she gripped the artist’s wrist, forcing her to stand still. She clenched her jaw for a second, pulling the smaller one closer. “Don’t do things you’ll regret when you’re sober, got it? Now, come.”
[ ❀ ] ❝ Shut up. ❞ she sighed and moved closer to the woman, accepting her help and then starting to walk with her. ❝ Why did you accept me here, Elsa? I am not a freak, I was just an unemployed artist when you offered me my job. I’m ordinary. ❞
❝You’re a sad drinker, mh? Alcohol makes you sad, you shouldn’t drink.❞ Shaking her head slightly, the German wrapped her arm around the smaller woman’s waist. Then, she took Cordelia’s arm to wrap it around her neck for support. ❝We’re not talking about this now, you wouldn’t even remember tomorrow.❞
I'm German too, so I don't use a translator to make Elsa babble in her native language. As it's MY first language too, I'd like to apologize for the silly English mistakes I make.
Doing some language / business studies.
Old soul, bookworm, part time vegetarian, Stevie Nicks freak, always eager to travel.
Sometimes, when I'm really bored, I take icon requests. Don't be shy to ask!
Oh, and, whenever you see this silly cupcake down there, you'll know that the mun's talking, not Elsa.
That's it, I guess. I hope you haven't expected something special here. You're awesome.