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Independent and selective roleplay blog for

American Horror Story's

Elsa Mars


Multiverse, Multishipping, Crossovers.

Trigger Warning!

Written by: Dana

Since: Dec 29, 2014

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❝Your family will never let you fall. With or without your trapeze, beautiful. ❞ Elsa watched the artist and smiled up at her as she slowly walked up the stairs of the stage. She had always treated Cordelia like the daughter she never had — so she could not help but feel proud of the young blonde. ❝Oh, by the way, do you want me to tell you what you said last night? You won’t like it.❞

    [ ❀ ] Cordelia smiled and pushed the platform to the side so it would not bother anyone either. ❝ I know, Miss Elsa. Family have to take care of the others come what may. ❞ Cordelia smiled and sighed. She did not remember most of the things she had said the night before, but still she had to know. ❝ Yes. I’m sorry if I offended you in any way… I did not control my words. ❞

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❝ You’ve called me an old bitch,❞ Elsa explained with a small smirk on her face, ❝Oh, and you said you were busy trying to get into Jimmy’s pants. It was quite – amusing.❞ A laugh followed as she shook her head, slowly stepping closer to the young trapezist. ❝I would ask you if you’d have a drink with me later, but I’m not sure if that’d be a good idea.❞

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