HOVER

Independent and selective roleplay blog for

American Horror Story's

Elsa Mars


Multiverse, Multishipping, Crossovers.

Trigger Warning!

Written by: Dana

Since: Dec 29, 2014

armedwithmxtal:

frauleinkunstlerin:

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              Two hazel eyes wandered along the 
              stranger’s body at his statement. How
              would such handsome man call himself
              a freak? With a small smirk on her face,
              Elsa tried to search for deformations or
              anything like that, but she could not find
              any at all. The singer stopped walking 
              in front of him as she eventually locked
              her eyes with his, tilting her head slightly 
              to the side. “So? Are you an artist or 
              wizard or something like that? I’m curious,
              Mister, which talent are you applying with?”

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                                   ”   i wish…   ” the conduit muttered under his
                                   breath, looking around for a second to see if
                                   the coast was clear to show elsa what he was
                                   born with. the freaks were working together. they
                                   all seemed happy. just like a family even. it was
                                   so adorable. nick then sighed, holding one of the
                                   hand of miss elsa. a sign of respect nevertheless.
                                   ”   miss elsa, as you know, there are people
                                   who are nor born normal. i am one of them. there’s
                                   a term for what i am. a conduit. a conduit is
                                   a person that is born with a gene that allows them
                                   to take control of any material, depending on
                                   the gene they were born with.   ” as the dialogue
                                   was spoken, the hand that was holding the tender
                                   hand of the miss slowly turned itself to metal.
                                   ”   i got metal…   “

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            As the young gentleman took her hand, 
            Elsa shook his gently, but when she was 
            about to pull it back, something about his 
            hold changed – it became tighter, the 
            warmth of his human skin was gone. This 
            let all her doubts fade away. She was 
            wrong and the fact that his hand turned
            into metal only proved it. Elsa’s expression 
            showed surprise and disbelief as she 
            carefully ran the tip of her fingers along 
            the metal. “A conduit,” she repeated 
            quietly, only audible for the both of them. 
            “And you can do this … with every part 
            of your body? Can you still feel it?”

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