
ind. liz taylor
of ahs: hotel
prev. hcwtovogue
est. 10.11.15
she’s briefly thankful her back was turned to the young witch when her query reaches liz’s ringed ears. had it not, the truth that her friend / fellow witch was currently decomposing in the basement might’ve been prematurely revealed. regardless, she turns back around with indifference plastered to her features : ❛ queenie ? that’s not ringing any bells –––– you’re positive she stayed with us ? ❜ / @kiillercunt ♡.
❛ misty ? ❜ she calls softly, tentative & light - footed, as to not frighten her. brow is wrinkled with the essence of motherly concern, inching along the hallway until she’s reached the girl. ❛ –––– is everything okay ? ❜ / @cajunn ♡.
hands rest loosely on hips, stilettos coming to a halt after entrance into sally’s room is acquired without the consent of the other. ❛ why didn’t you follow me back on instagram ? ❜ / @brokenragdoll ♡.
❛ which is it this time ? ❜ inquiry floats on a note, carried across the bar in an effortless timbre. novel in hand is slowly lowered in favor of the familiar face walking into her domain. ❛ here to drink the bar dry –––– or do you have some more stories for me ? ❜ / @pornxguy ♡.
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