THE LOVERS

[loverzhq]

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FULL NAME: Eliza Marina Medina

NICKNAMES: Liza, Ellie (by her dad and tío)

DATE OF BIRTH: February 23, 2001

AGE: 24

BIRTHPLACE: Buenos Aires, Argentina 

CURRENT RESIDENCE: An apartment with her roomie (William)

ZODIAC SIGN: Pisces

JOB: Freelance Photographer

SEXUALITY: Bisexual 

BIRTH ORDER: Only

FAMILY: Mateo Medina (father), Sofia Denevi (formerly Medina) (mother), Tomas Medina (paternal uncle) 

PETS: 1 cat (Honey)

LANGUAGES: Spanish (1st) & English 

CHARACTER INSPIRATION: 

APPEARANCE: long black hair, brown eyes, 5’3, usually wearing a ring on almost every finger, a stack of bracelets, and medium gold hoop earrings

then. 

i can confirm she made a curious child 

Mateo and Sofia Medina were only 23 when they decided to pack up their lives (and their 3 year old daughter) and move to Wrensted from Argentina. Mateo’s twin brother, Tomas, had moved just a year before and they missed each other terribly. The two of them were all the family they had left since their parents passed when they were 15, and even though they’d been taken in by their longtime neighbor and family friend, things were never quite the same. Besides, Tomas had managed to settle in quickly and had somewhere for their little family to stay, along with a potential job offer lined up for his brother. How could the young parents say no? 

Eliza grew up not just loved, but cherished, for that was the Medina way. She had her father and uncle wrapped around her little finger from the moment she came into the world, and that didn’t change much as she grew older. She was the first (they’d later come to realize only) baby, and her family loved to indulge her in every aspect they could. Her creativity had shone through early-on and they let her try any hobby that piqued her interest, though she wasn’t satisfied until she found the one- photography. 

Tomas had gotten her a little digital camera for her 9th birthday and Liza began to seldom pop her head out from behind it. Moment after moment was captured and pasted into her scrapbook, nothing was too small. Sofia bought a new dress? It was in her scrapbook. Mateo cooked a particularly tasty dinner? Scrapbook. Tomas brought home yet another new partner? Scrapbook, scrapbook, scrapbook. 

ever reviled by everyone except her own father, with a quite bewitching face 

It wasn’t until the summer before sixth grade that she knew loss. Sofia had found someone else and suddenly she was gone. It came as a shock to them all. Her mother had never shown any dissatisfaction with the life they’d built. For the first time their little house was filled with silence rather than chatter and music. Eliza hated it, and her mother right along with it. 

Page after page was torn out of Eliza’s scrapbook, though she’d never actually gotten the nerve to throw any of them away. She wanted to rid herself of any memory of the woman who raised her, after all Sofia had managed to rid herself of her only child without ever looking back. Eventually, their family healed, though the scar never quite seemed to fade. 

splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless, excellent fun til' you get to know her. then she runs like it's a race.

Middle and high school passed by in a bit of a blur. Liza floated between friend groups and lovers alike, never being able to be pinned down. Some would call her a free spirit, though what they meant was serial-monogamist. Liza loved love, but inevitably that fear would creep in. The thought that getting too attached could only lead to another heartbreak, another abandonment, and she vowed she’d never let herself feel that raw again. 

at first blush, this is fate 

Of course, rules are meant to be broken, even if accidentally. It was her senior year of college and Liza hadn’t meant to fall so hard. It ended in heartbreak just in time for her to go back to Wrensted, and right into the Empress’ arms. 

now. 

hearts are hers for the breaking, there’s escape in escaping 

Amelia had surprised her, lured her in with the idea of true love. Eliza had a major crush on her back in high school, back when she’d chosen the Emperor instead. She thought she was over it, but time was ticking with the Empress anyway. Eliza was getting too attached and the threat of another major heartbreak was looming, so she jumped. 

headcanons: 

Liza has probably had a crush on your character tbh! 

She has a complex™ about not wanting to turn into her mother and has a lot of guilt for leaving the Empress for Amelia, but she shoves all of that into a box at the back of her brain and tries not to think about it 

Actually, she shoves most negative emotions into that box (it’s overflowing at this point) 

Liza’s family owns Soft Spin laundromat/dry cleaner’s. Tomas is the tailor/dry cleaner, Mateo handles the business side, and Liza’s mom was the seamstress before she left.

wanted connections: 

ex-lovers of all varieties 

first kiss

first love

and anything else we can think of! 

[strcngth]

musa dropped some salt into the water that was starting to boil, glancing over at liza with a soft grin, "going easy. pasta." musa was good in the kitchen generally, but he didn't want to try anything too out of the box and embarrass himself. it had nothing to do with the fact that embarrassing himself in front of eliza felt a little different than embarrassing himself in front of say... anthony or sarah. it had nothing to do with want to impress liza, obviously.

while the water boiled, he grabbed his own glass of wine and took a sip, eyes resting on liza's face — it was the kind of moment where you just want to take a picture or, maybe, stop time for a few extra seconds. not that he could say that out loud. musa had come to terms with his attraction to his friend. he had also come to terms with the fact that nothing could ever happen between them. "it's sauce from a jar, though, i'm not that complex. but i did swing for the eight-dollar jar. balling out." he set his wine down to grab said sauce from the cupboard, "how've you been since the party? basking in your now old age? feeling wiser?" he teased. he had a birthday present to give her, but he figured he'd wait until after dinner for that.

[loverzhq]

liza hadn't been expecting any sort of fancy meal, for all she cared they could pair the wine with a tv dinner or a frozen pizza. she just wanted to hang out with musa, the rest of the details didn't matter. "eight dollars?" she peeks over musa's shoulder to look at the jar, laughing lightly, "that's pretty much highway robbery. it better be a damn good jar of sauce. it does make me feel pretty special, though."

she hides behind another sip of wine as she thinks over his question. considering her and william had found actual recording devices in their apartment and she'd decided to take a break from her photography career, she hadn't been having the best time. she decides not to mention either for the time being, not wanting to totally kill the vibe. "sooo much wiser," she says sarcastically, "definitely not exactly the same as i felt when i was still twenty-four."

[wrenpoe]

while wren was very experienced with getting stains out of clothing, blood included, he froze up like an animal when liza came his way. speaking softly about how to work the stains out of the clothing. instead of stopping her, he simply nodded quietly, looking at the jar he had used before in the past. most often, she wasn’t the one covering the laundry mat when he came. it was commonly the twilight hours that he haunted the area. half dead and simply trying to finish his clothes up because he refused to fix the washer and dryer in the trailer.

it was out of pure spite, now towards a man that was dead but before it was towards a man that was alive. handling shit on his own was wren’s thing. it always had been in the long run. but he was more than willing to take a little help offered, “thanks,” he murmured, going to the jar and placing a dollar in the money jar. taking two scoops and placing it in the water he had the clothes from the dance soaking in. the rest of the laundry got tossed in the washer, he never separated just cause he wore dark colors anyway. his own homemade detergent tossed in before paying and starting.

“do you know what’s in the mix?” he questioned softly, a hand gesturing to the jar. “or is it a family secret?”

[loverzhq]

it isn't like liza to feel so awkward in a social situation. or at least not to outwardly show it. her extensive dating history meant hanging around all sorts of different social circles, full of pretty much every personality you could think of. she adapts, finds ways to keep everyone at ease. she can't seem to find that piece of herself now, though.

"your guess is as good as mine," she shrugs, "i don't even think he's told my dad, and they tell each other everything. it's a twin thing, probably. i'll be lucky if he leaves it in his will or whatever."

she goes quiet, her eyes lingering on wren for what's definitely longer than socially acceptable. "i don't really know how to talk to you," liza admits, "none of our friends think you did it. i don't want to think you did, either. but i— i don't feel like i can trust anyone anymore."

[knewitalls]

a closed starter for: liza @loverzhq location: the girl (and william's) house when: immediately after liza's birthday party

it gave william finch zero pleasure to tear apart his apartment in search of listening devices. the space had been carefully curated over the past nine months to perfectly suit his needs, and they'd just gotten to the point where he felt comfortable with the small changes that had occurred after liza moved in. better safe than sorry, though!

his room had been the first to be disassembled, his minimalistic approach in his private quarters allowing for a quick discovery. from there he'd moved onto the kitchen, which had quickly fallen into a state of disarray but had revealed yet another horrifying discovery.

now, it was onto the living room. william was in the middle of removing books from the bookshelf one by one, shaking out each as he did so, when liza walked in. and though he hated to be the bearer of bad news, it felt important to update her on what he'd found as soon as possible.

"okay, so, do you want the good news or the bad news first?" he asked, pausing his search to address her. maybe she'd found something too, so it wouldn't be as distressing?

[loverzhq]

her own room had taken longer to go through. while the two of them had managed to find a balance of the common spaces, eliza was the maximalist to william's minimalist. there were plenty of places that someone could hide some sort of recording device— inside one of her many pillows, mixed in with the contents of various baskets, taped to the top of one of her drawers. she'd found things she'd forgotten she even owned on the search, making the whole thing feel akin to looking for a needle in a haystack. at the end of it all, though, she'd found nothing.

"jesus christ," liza huffs as she tumbles out of her room, already overwhelmed from the state of it and now even more so now that she sees their disassembled apartment. this was going to take forever to clean up, even with two of them.

"bad news first, always," she says as she joins in william's search, starting with the couch, "i didn't find anything in my room."

[wrenpoe]

the looks he had been receiving since leaving the relative safety of anthony’s place weren’t technically anything new. but there was something about them. the hate hadn’t been so fresh over the last few years. for the most part, amelia let him be. pretended he didn’t exist just like he pretended she didn’t, for the most part. so this dragged something young and raw through the coals. he knew, he hadn’t killed her. he might be rough around the edges, but death was something he didn’t like the idea of fucking with. his own or somebody else’s. he couldn’t even eat animals. the very idea that they would be killed just for him to eat. not there for it.

but the people of wrensted never cared about who he actually was. not when he was a shy but bright kid nor when he was a haunted young adult. the same story but a different chapter, he supposed. wren refused to let them claim his life. make him hide. he had enough with a fucking stalker. one that was toying with him and some people he cared about. tossing his smoke in his ashtray, he slipped his mask up and finally got out of his car.

grabbing his laundry from the back, he walked into the soft spin only to be greeted by a face he hadn’t expected to see. eliza medina. the woman who didn’t deserve the shit she was being put through. for a brief moment, he just moved his mask slightly, so she saw his face and decided he didn’t want to talk to her. not because he didn’t want to. but she probably didn’t want to speak with him. he was no stranger to silence. taking his small bag of laundry, he moved to get about his business quickly.

as quietly as possible, wren made himself seem as small as he could while he went to one of the washing sinks. he was going to get the damn blood and grim out of his sweetheart dance outfit, damn it. or at least end up with raw hands for his efforts before tossing it in the dryer. using his own homemade detergent, he started scrubbing like he had a vendetta against the clothes… maybe he did…

[loverzhq]

liza can't help the way her eyes keep moving from the task at hand to wren, her curiosity getting the better of her. it's sort of hard to picture him hurting anyone, despite how roughly he seems to be trying to get the stains out of his clothing. she recognizes them as the ones from the dance, their original topic of discussion when their conversation started. or rather, ant's outfit had been the topic, but hadn't they talked about wren's matching one, too? it all feels so far away now, despite the short amount of time. she wonders if it feels that way for wren, too.

"you've got to let them soak with a stain remover," the words are gentle and her head nods toward a big jar of the powder, labeled '50 cents a scoop' with a smaller jar next to it for change. an honor system for one of tio's concoctions, the stuff had never failed her before, "there's a soak cycle on the washer. i usually do that and then spot treat afterwards if i need to. just don't put it through the dryer until everything's out."

[loverzhq]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @strcngth

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: musa's apartment

from an outsider's perspective, this whole thing might look like a date. liza, propped up on musa's counter with a glass of the wine she'd brought in her hand, supervising rather than actually helping with anything. she's quite the cook herself, but musa had offered, after all. friends did this kind of stuff all the time though, didn't they? it wasn't uncommon for liza to hang around the kitchen pestering william when it was his turn to cook, though she usually did so from their table rather than close enough to reach out and touch him. and there usually wasn't wine involved.

still, this was a totally friendly hangout. something they'd discussed before he'd slept over or they'd held hands at the party. both things, by the way, that were totally friendly as well. it's not their fault that their friends want to read more into things. if her eyes sometimes lingered a little too long? if she enjoyed being able to study the curves and lines of his face from this close? if she was comforted by the warmth radiating off of him, if it made her want to move in closer? that's none of anyone else's business. it's not even her own right now.

"so what's for dinner, chef?"

[rosecoloredjordan]

closed starter for @loverzhq, located at the girls (and william’s) house.

jordan was already inside the apartment, sitting on the couch when liza appeared. it was probably an odd way to find a guest in your home under normal circumstances. but it wasn't unusual at all when it came to jordan and this particular apartment. "i don't know about you, but i'm in desperate need of a girl's night... a little relaxation and pampering is in order." jordan had brought a backpack full of supplies. snacks, face masks, nail care items, foot masks, etc. the fact that jordan happened to be in need of a girl's night right around the same time as liza's birthday was purely coincidental, of course.

[loverzhq]

if it was anyone else on the couch, liza probably would have startled, but jordan is a pretty consistent fixture in the finch-medina household. she's actually happy that jordan had just walked in this time, after how weird it had felt to answer her knocks on the door. her first assumption, as usual, is that the other woman is there for william, so she's a little surprised to hear otherwise. "who am i to say no to a girl's night?" her eyes scan to the calendar and back, suspicion written all over her features, "surely this isn't just a birthday present in disguise."

[intcgrities]

location: revolution apartments characters: justice & liza @loverzhq

"Oh! Wait wait wait wait-" Justice said, carrying two heavy tote bags full of things from the farmer's market. When a kind so-and-so kept the elevator door open, the blonde slid in and breathed "thank you!" with a wave before realizing who had held the door open for her. Eliza Medina had semi recently confessed to Justice that she wasn't sure, exactly, if Wren had hurt Amelia. While most people were relieved that he'd been released, Liza probably wasn't on the Welcome Back committee. Adjusting their posture to get a bag over their shoulder and hit the 5, they looked over at the brunette. "You been doing alright? Y'know, since... the party." The sarcastic emphasis on the party, as though it was insane to have even called it that, was heavy.

[loverzhq]

liza had spent the better part of her morning behind the counter at soft spin. she's been slowly handing her clients off to other photographers, keeping some portrait sessions here and there, but doing her best to get out of the bigger events— primarily weddings. after her conversation with anthony she thinks it might be the best thing for her right now, at least until she could get her head back on straight. if she ever did. maybe she'd become a nature photographer or something. or switch career fields completely, take over the family business like she suspected her father had always secretly wanted.

she'd managed to accumulate more clothes than she could reasonably wash in her and william's shared in-unit laundry, so she'd taken a few baskets of her own along with her. it was a slow day and she got the family discount (aka free), so why not. she had spent enough time dragging both baskets in that she was still relatively close to the buttons, so clicking the 'open door' one was easy enough. she hadn't recognized the voice who asked her to hold it, but seeing justice wasn't an unwelcome surprise.

"it was no problem," she assures, stepping closer to her laundry baskets to make room space for justice. there's a pause at their question, was she doing alright?

"yeah, i'm fine," she shrugs, "i mean... my brain is allegedly fully developed now, so that's gotta count for something right?"

[loverzhq]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @wrenpoe 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: soft spin

liza still isn't sure what to believe... or who. the text she'd gotten the morning after the 'party', if it could be called that, was unsettling at best. it made her feel like exactly what their anonymous stalker had called her, a pawn in their game. she can't help but wonder if she'd fallen directly into their trap, if getting her to point the finger at wren was all part of the strategy. the motivation behind the push is probably something she should have thought through more, but it wasn't like she'd directly said wren did anything. just that she wasn't convinced he didn't, that it was odd to her that he was suddenly getting close with amelia's best friend and ex-boyfriend.

she'd heard about wren's release through the grapevine, but she still hadn't expected to see him out and about, especially not smack dab in the middle of her family's business. of course he would come on the day eliza was covering while mateo and tomas were off at business meeting, it was just her luck!

her eyes fall on him for a brief moment, heart sinking a little at his beaten and bruised appearance. it's a conflicting feeling, the juxtaposition between the person who had comforted her at the dance and the one she suspected might have had something to do with her girlfriend's murder. it keeps her from saying anything, so she just turns her head and goes back to folding t-shirts from one of their regular drop-offs.

[dailyfranchaela]

#famous last words of a widow #michaela, come get your girl!

[wrenpoe]

THE LOVERS ⟶ ELIZA MARINA MEDINA

they asked “do you love her to death?” i said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life” – mahmoud darwish

[pixiiewings]

　　♡　　“ no , you don’t have to be sorry , ” georgia reassured .  there was something almost positive about focusing in on a small thing. a problem that could fit in their hands without spilling over. it wasn’t good that her friends were fighting. if she had the right words ( or a magic wand ) to make everything go away, she’d do it in a heartbeat. if georgia was a little less . . . georgia, maybe it wouldn’t have been such an outlandish idea that she would. wouldn’t have pushed blythe a little too close to forgiveness too fast. would’ve been able to say the right thing to reassure eliza.

“ have you ever mentioned liking trees ? or wood ? ” like a distant relative that heard you mention being kind of into something once and then had to theme everything around it. or those home makeover shows designing a kid’s room. “ just seems like a pretty weird party theme to pluck out of nowhere. ” unless it was a nice reminder that they were in a horror movie. “ oh, i’m fine. i didn’t mean i’m giving her space like i’m giving her space. just, ” a shrug. “ party. ”

[loverzhq]

liza hasn't quite wrapped her head around where they are. or why they would be where they are. there's too many things going on at once, too much information to take in. her attention had been so focused on fighting with blythe and the reasoning behind a surprise party, that she hadn't stopped to think about it. she turns back to look at the cabin and a few pieces slide into place, a memory that she'd done her best to write off as a really bad dream. her mind had been forced to fill in most of the gaps after all. liza has no clue what happened outside of the four walls of the cabin that night and she's never asked. she doesn't want to know.

she won't let herself believe that there's a correlation, people partied here all the time, didn't they? "yeah, really weird," she agrees, "guess they needed somewhere that felt freaky enough for us all to run to. and that could hold a bunch of people."

[antdesilvs]

as awful as it sounds, anthony was grateful to not be on the side of liza's irritation, but it doesn't make the force of her words any less impactful on him. he knew how badly she was struggling, and all of this shit with blythe probably wasn’t helping. unfortunately, there was nothing ant could do about it now.

he lifts his hand, as if to reach out to comfort liza, but quickly thinks better of it, hand falling limply to his side. “she’s just upset,” anthony attempts, hoping it’s at least somewhat true, “this is such a small deal compared to,” he gestures vaguely with one hand, “everything else. you and musa are friends, great, amazing. blythe will see that, i’m sure. just let her cool off. i think we need to cool off too, yeah? want to make s’mores?”

[loverzhq]

liza had only ever known blythe's anger from a distance, as an onlooker watching the scene unfold with interest. she'd never wanted to be on the other side of it, never thought she would be. they were supposed to be best friends. maybe not in the way that georgia and blythe were, but still. she'd never expected blythe not to trust her, to make up her mind about something without giving liza the benefit of the doubt.

"no, ant. i do not want to make s'mores," her voice is a little harsher than intended so she takes a deep breath. anthony isn't the one she's upset with, he's only trying to help, "even if i did feel like eating dessert right now, i'm not trusting anything here. who knows what could be in any of it?"

[sundrifts]

her  jaw  tightens,  a  subtle  shift  in  the  architecture  of  her  face.  she  finally  turns,  her  eyes  finding  eliza’s.  “ don’t  start, ”  the  words  are  firm  yet  quiet,  trying  not  to  draw  attention.  “ i  don’t  want  to  think  that  you’re  a  liar. ”  she  looks  away,  toward  the  other  partygoers  who  look  like  they’re worlds  away  from  blythe  and  liza’s  drama.  “ but right  now  my  vision  is,  like,  all  shark.  everything  is  red  and  i  just  want  to  bite.  so  trying  to  convince  me  of  anything  is  honestly...  pointless.  it’s  a  total  waste  of  your  breath. ”  blythe  runs  a  hand  through  her  own hair,  a  soothing  motion.  “ so,  we  can  talk  about  it  another  time. ”  in reality it  means  eliza’s  next  call  will  go  to  voicemail,  the  next  text  will  sit  on  read.  she  takes  a  step  back,  creating  distance.  “ honestly,  you  should  focus  on  something  else...  like  maybe  not  dying  tonight.  i mean, this  whole  thing  was  thrown  for  you,  wasn’t  it ?  and  i’m  assuming  by  you  know  who. ”

[loverzhq]

liza feels small under the tone of blythe's voice, like a child being scolded for causing a scene in the grocery store. she doesn't like that she can't seem to fix things with blythe. it adds to the unsettled feeling in her stomach, sharp edges skimming her ribs to remind her that it could cut much deeper than it already was. another apology is on the tip of her tongue, another insistence that nothing was happening, until blythe's words hit her ears.

it may as well have been a slap to the face, the way liza recoils. this whole night has already felt like a target on her back, a sick send off that would most likely end in disaster. if amelia had been a fallen angel, perhaps she would be a real-life effigy in place of the piñata. "fuck you," she hates that the sharpness in her voice is starting to become a familiar sound, dusted off after years of swallowing her anger, "think whatever you want. i'm done."

[strcngth]

"i know," musa confirms with a nod, "and i've got your back too." and it's not that musa thinks he has it easy, because he's had it harder than most in a lot of respects, but right now? a lot of people in their circle, liza included, have it worse. and he knows it may only be a matter of time before he's lumped into the worse off group too, but for now, he's just glad he's well enough to be there for the others. to be there for liza, if she needs him.

he gives her a small smile as he jokes, "ant is great, but he's not a licensed therapist." not that he's going to therapy either at the moment, "i used to be in therapy. for a year or two as a kid. it... helped. well, i think it helped with some stuff." he tells her, about all he thinks he can admit about his childhood right now, "but i know it's not for everyone." his parents never went. they should have. but that was a battle musa would never win. "if you ever feel like it's not under control... there're options. though, i'm a medical professional, so maybe i qualify in some way. and like i said, you can always talk to me." he laughs quietly, "maybe we all need group therapy after this is all over." though, he can only picture that going disastrously. they might all kill each other in that scenario.

[loverzhq]

as close as liza's gotten to ant, she's pretty sure the only reason she'd opened up to him was their shared past and similar unhealthy coping mechanisms. they'd both been left by their mothers, loved amelia at some point, had been left by her too at another. it's easier to talk to someone who she sees so much of herself in, for better or worse. even so, ant had pretty much forced her hand. a secret for a secret. there had been a moment in his apartment where she'd felt like she was unraveling. tears that couldn't be stopped, thoughts she'd wanted to keep to herself slipping out, a loss of control she wasn't comfortable with. what if she couldn't get her hands back on the wheel next time?

there's a brief flash of surprise on her face when musa says he used to be in therapy, considering he's one of the most put together people she knows. then again, isn't that what people who had their shit together did? asked for and accepted some sort of help when they needed it? "i probably could have used it as a kid," she admits, "but i think it's too late for me now. i'm way too stubborn."

after this is all over. it was an optimistic thought, considering that liza doesn't feel any closer to the end of it than she did at the beginning. "do you really think this is ever going to be over?"

[intcgrities]

"I'm not convinced that this is all that's going to happen tonight." If nothing happened tonight, then it was still a message to their group. Or... at least some of the group. But also, if nothing happened tonight, was this a backhanded reward from Tag to Liza? This was the first quote-unquote nice thing it did, but it came at Liza's expense. Justice was afraid to ask Liza if Tag had asked her for anything recently, maybe denied a request it sent her.

"I'm definitely not touching anything they're serving in there, just in case," they said, fingering a joint from their case and putting it between their lips. "I didn't see if they have like... sealed water bottles or anything, though. I should have been more prepared." As atrocious as water bottles were for the environment, it was worse to get murdered via rusty cabin tap or Tag-provided refreshments. There were mixers on the table but there was no way Justice was drinking from anything that wasn't perfectly sealed before they touched it.

[loverzhq]

liza feels the same way about touching any of the food or drinks that 'her friends' had provided for the night. she'd told anthony as much when he tried to distract her with s'mores making. everyone who'd consumed something seemed fine, but she doesn't think there's anything as too cautious these days. plus, she's totally seen people seal things back up until they looked brand new on tiktok.

"i keep water bottles in my car," she says it as an offer, head tilting in the direction of where she'd parked, "for, like, emergencies and stuff. i'd consider this that."

[pixiiewings]

　　♡　　if it were any other night ( or they were any other people ) , blythe’s method of blacking out wouldn’t be the worst .  how else do you wipe an entire day from existence ? with all things considered, it wasn’t really an option for them. not with it being eliza’s party. there was no proof, but attention on georgia and william hadn’t gone too well last time tag was involved. “ she’ll come around, ” georgia reassured, despite having no evidence to back it up.

“ but i’m giving her some space tonight, and maybe you should too. ” especially considering eliza seemed fragile. understandably so ! maybe it would be a tamer version to the other woman’s face — or totally completely worse because she was no longer sober. “ i mean, there’s plenty of people here. she probably won’t even notice. ”

[loverzhq]

liza isn't so sure that blythe actually will come around, but she doesn't want to continue to shoot down georgia's optimism. she doesn't know what she can do or say to convince her, nor if she has the energy to keep trying after tonight. she has too much going on, too many things to take care of, to continue to try to convince someone of something she knows she didn't do. the truth had come out with the castros after all... maybe that's all she could hope for with blythe.

"i'll keep that in mind," she sighs, trying not to let her frustration seep into her tone, "i'm sorry i know there are... bigger things to deal with right now. like, why the hell we're all out here in the first place. are you doing alright?"