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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            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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                                   ”   yes, ma’am… every part of my body.   “
                                   as for the part where he could feel it, he decided
                                   to demonstrate, hand releasing the grip of
                                   the delicate hands of the female. he proceeded
                                   to move his fingers, first. the smile on his
                                   face kept growing due to the amazed
                                   facade the female had. god, this was really
                                   happening. he had a chance to join the
                                   freak show. he’d pray to god that the other
                                   freaks find him a member of the family. not
                                   everyday a man in a suit comes in to ask
                                   for a sign up on the freak show. ”  i’d turn my
                                   whole torso to metal, but… i’d require somewhere
                                   private, miss elsa.   “

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              Nodding her head softly at his statement, the 
              ringleader  gazed up at the man’s   face. She  
              understood that revealing his freakish little de-
              tail was something he would not like to share 
              with everyone, but if he wanted to start working
              at the show, the other freaks would surely see 
              it – sooner or later. “You could accompany me
              to my tent, if if you want.” For a brief moment, 
              Elsa cast a   glance around   the large   tent to
              check if everyone was alright, before she tilted
              her   head to smile up   at the stranger,  slowly
              letting go of his hand and nodding towards the
              tent’s exist. “I didn’t get your name, I believe.”

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