
ind. liz taylor
of ahs: hotel
prev. hcwtovogue
est. 10.11.15
Love is literally the softest, gentle and warming experience. Stop letting people tell you that love is supposed to hurt.
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Anyone present knows any reason why this man and this woman should not be joined in marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace.
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* / recklessdevotion.
donovan’s smile fades away at liz’s words— he knows there’s more truth to them than he cares to acknowledge and he KNOWS liz is right. the countess will know. the countess will kill her and possibly him as well. fingers run through his hair as he thinks about what the fuck to do when liz suggests he run. he laughs at the thought of him and angela taking off into the sunset like some fucking romcom and he shakes his head with a huff. “there’s no way… there’s no way we’ll make it… she’ll hunt us down…” a silent plea of what the fuck do i do is in his eyes as he looks at liz. as he stares, he registers the passion behind her words and he blinks slowly… what has her so riled up? what did he miss? “what would you do?” he asks after a beat.
fresh wound bleeds at the tones of donovan’s question : chiffon shoulders squaring in discomfort, harshly swallowing in an effort to prevent the tears pricking at a lashline to go any further than they already have. it’s not an easy feat –––– one that’s only less than contained as she so desires. she can no longer look donovan in the eyes, try as she might, for she knows what she wants to say ( anything but what i did ) shouldn’t be said. ❛ –––– you can make it. you have to try. ❜
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