“You’re not a monster,” she reassured softly as she shook her head. A voice in the back of her head told her that something terrible was going on, but Elsa decided to ignore it. Gently, her hands stroked his cheeks as she dipped her head to place a warm kiss on his forehead. “Please tell me.”
Taking a deeper breath to steel himself, he then motioned for her to sit opposite him. “I have never spoken of this, for it is damning. It is truly shameful to admit mine own hands wrought such horrors. The moment of my greatest terror and shame predates the massacre of my fellow freaks. It was when I was a younger man, in London. You already know this tale, though you do not know it was I.”
So, she sat down in front of him and reached out her hands to place them on top of his – were they shaking? Elsa listened intently to his voice and frowned at his statement. She had thought that the massactr of his freaks belonged to his darkest hour, but it obviously did not. “Which tale, Edward?” , she asked, her voice quieter than before, more careful, “What happened?”
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.
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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.
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