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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              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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                                   he was not believing his ears. the elsa mars
                                   wanted to see him in her tent. the amazing,
                                   gigantic tent he always wanted to enter. these
                                   conduit powers were not a curse anymore.
                                   a blessing, nonetheless. ”   i’ll be happy to
                                   be escorted there, miss elsa. if i ever join
                                   this freak show… i’d like to tell the other
                                   freaks what i am. for them not to run away from
                                   me and 
calling me a demon…   ” a dry chuckle.
                                   people actually called him a demon due to that,
                                   but he wasn’t the only conduit in the world.

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              “Oh, my freaks have seen many curiosities, Mister. 
              No one here will call you a freak. But, tell me, how 
              do you call yourself?” Glancing at the stranger, she
              slowly headed towards the large tent’s exit without 
              keeping her eyes off him – out of care, but also cu-
              riosity. Elsa had never seen a talent like his, although 
              she had experienced so many things. She realized
              very quickly that this gentleman would make a great
              acquisition for her show. “Have you worked at a show 
              like this before?”

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