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American Horror Story's

Elsa Mars


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Trigger Warning!

Written by: Dana

Since: Dec 29, 2014

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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. ❞

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❝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.❞

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