❝Jetzt pass auf, du Kleiner—❝ Taking a deep breath, Elsa luckily managed to calm herself down. She did not deserve to hear all this. She did not deserve to be there - with this, this monster of a husband. After all, she still was E l s a M a r s — a star. And this was not befitting a star like her. Angrily, she tossed her knife into the plate as she clenched her jaw, staring at Dandy with a death glare. He would regret all this, sooner or later. ❝None of us wanted this marriage, but, believe it or not, you’ll have to b e h a v e. You won’t talk to me like that, got it? Messing with me is something you definitely shouldn’t do. You would regret it, I swear.❝
❝ Calm down.❞ He snorted and rolled his eyes. Being married to this self pitying woman was worse than living with his mother under one roof. ❝ I can say whatever I want and I can do whatever I want, because you can’t make me stop. I will try my best to be a good husband, but there is nothing I can promise except you living a life of prosperity. ❞ He explained calmly, while he took another sip from his glass. ❝ Too bad all those freaks are dead. I should have spared the lifes of one or two, so we could have our own freak show up in my room.❞ He sighed and stared into nothing for a moment. ❝ …I’m bored now.❞ He looked around, looking for the maid to clean up the rest of their dishes.
❝Don’t you dare to talk about my freaks. Don’t even think about it.❞ The woman furrowed her eyebrows dangerously and leaned closer over the table, clenching her fists beneath its woodened surface. Oh, how she wanted to teach him some manners, showing him that messing with her was definitely no good idea. But she knew that she could not, so she took a deep breath to try to calm herself down and looked away. ❝You could just — show me your house. Now that we’re forced to stay here, together.❞
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.
Old soul, bookworm, part time vegetarian, Stevie Nicks freak, always eager to travel.
Sometimes, when I'm really bored, I take icon requests. Don't be shy to ask!
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.