" Everybody knows that I'm a good girl, officer... "
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Hi. I'm El. Or Elli. Or Eloise. I don't mind, anythings alr.
um. im a jigsaw survivor. mute. I kinda miss talking people's heads off, lol.
im 20, 21 in october. trying to find friends on here. she/her is good. uhm. I'm not single, it's complicated.
I'm from Canada. America SUCKS
dont really like talking about my whole jigsaw experience. dont try anything, im onto you, Dr Gordon.
MORE UNDER THE CUT!!!
HERE IS ELOISE'S BACKSTORY AND TRAP!
Eloise was put in the trap for framing someone for drug use, while being a drug user herself. She tried to frame her Ex, by lying to the police. Which worked. Her Ex-Boyfriend was successfully detained and arrested for 4 months until he was killed in a prison riot.
A week after her ex's death, she was at a party. He got kidnapped by a masked Lawrence Gordon and put into a trap.
Eloise woke up, in a very dark room. No windows, no mirrors, she was strapped to a chair. She screamed out for help, crying. For somebody. She had a tape recorder strapped to her arm. With a shaking hand, she pressed play.
A dingy voice scraped out of the tape recorder;
"Hello Eloise. For the past 4 months, you have been spreading lies. You told the police false accusations about your ex-boyfriend, which ended in his death. He died rotting in prison because of you running your mouth.
Did you think it was payback, or maybe, you were so jealous of his new, changed life? His Fiance. His child?"
Eloise screamed, squirming in her chair. She got up, and a timer started. Shit, shit shit. What was she supposed to do?!
"-..The number for this safe is written on the very back of your tongue. In front of you is a scalpel. If you don't unlock yourself in time, this door will close, and you will rot in this room forever. This room will be your prison. –
Eloise yelled, her screeching scream ringing in her own ears. She searched around for any kind of window or reflection. It was just a dark, disgusting metal room. It smelled like rust. Or maybe it was blood.
–Let's see how valuable your lying words are to you. Let the game begin."
Eloise's hands shook as she took the scalpel in front of her. She gagged repeatedly as she tried to position it to the base of her tongue. She put some pressure on the blade, and she screamed out as her tongue bled.
"AGGH, FUCK..!"
She used a back-and-forth motion on the scalpel, dry heaving sobs escaping from her throat. The wet sounds from the blade made her want to vomit.
After the excruciating pain, she saw what was tattooed onto the back of her tongue. With trembling hands, she imput the code with just eight seconds left on the timer.
After the trap, she's been obsessed with finding the real jigsaw killer. She suspects Oncologist Dr Lawrence Gordon to be the one behind her game.
ABOUT HER!!!:
-After the trap, she moved from Canada to Maine. She has a half sister that lives in Derry
-Eloise is now mute, being unable to talk due to her physical disability caused by her trap.
-She's 20, cis woman and doesn't really like labels.
-hates her ex boyfriend. He used to abuse her, and then changed his ways after he got engaged to his new Fiance. Because of jealousy and need for revenge, she framed him.
El waits for a knock at the door. She knows it's Tara. Who else would it be? They've been visiting each other's houses for a while now. Tara would come over, they'd get high together, joke about making out and then El chickens out at the last minute.
Tara always says it's fine, but El feels embarrassed. This time, she says, this time she'll go through with it. Even if she's scared of intimacy, and afraid Tara will push her boundaries, and how do you even make out without a tongue???–
El's head perks up when Tara opens the door. Wow. No knock this time. It's almost scary how familiar they've gotten. She hums a welcome, and pats the spot on the couch beside her
- @silencespeakslouder
Tara was a chronic nose breaker. mostly by accident but the occassional playfull fight resulted in one sometimes. Her nose had been bent out of place so many times it was hard to tell what it originally looked like unless you got your hands on a picture of her before then.
This latest one had been on accident, rushing home from work in the cold. the combination of high winds, slippery ice, fast walking, and a crack in the pavement she hadn't noticed resulted in this new crooked angel of her face.
A cig may not have been the ideal choice for right now but she had been saving them for a time she felt like she needed them and now was the time. live fast die young. keith harris would be proud. she flopped down on the couch immideatly splaying out almost as if in instinct.
"sorry i abandonned you for like two weeks prices these days, family, exes yadda yadda you gonna patch my wounds or what?"
There wasnt much to patch up. she'd only gone to a doctor about a broken nose once. other than the major cosmetic change there were maybe a half dozen minor cuts and scrapes scattered on her nose, forehead, and chin one of them had already scarred. it was faint for a fresh one but noticeable if you were right up in her face.
El snorted, to her, Tara barely looked any different, save for some cuts and bleeding. They've known eachother for a while, and Tara's picked up on some sign language, but El still prefers her text-to-speech machine. Even though it sounds robotic.
"I have a first aid kit, but I wouldn't know how to fix a broken nose. I could stop the bleeding?"
El's face scrunched up as she saw Tara reaching for a cigarette. She didn't take it away, but she gives Tara a 'I'm not mad, just disappointed' look. In El's mind, there's so many better options, ones without smoke. Tara doesn't need those cancer sticks. It's bad for her.
"eh the nose is a future me problem s'not like i can afford to get it fixed up anyhow"
There were a lot of things that were future Tara problems, the ruined nose, the cig stratled inbetween her middle and index tips, the rent, almost everything in her life was something to deal with later.
the cuts and scrapes were something to be addressed now especially if it resulted in El touching their face or Taras tongue in Els mouth. it might have felt a little wrong to want that in the past but this was not something to have future Tara deal with. this was something only present El and present Tara could deal with skin, teeth, blood and all.
"you can stop the bleeding all you like though"
they said with a smirk peering out the corner of their mouth. their fingers twiddling with the unlit cigarrette. a small trickle of blood running from their right nostril falling into the parting line of their lips.
El rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed a light red at Tara's flirting. She rummaged through a bottom drawer in her kitchen, pulling out some bandages, disinfectant spray and a plastic baggie that she then filled with ice cubes.
She signed 'stay still', and sat down beside Tara, leaning in close to wipe down her bloody, crooked nose with antiseptic. She snickered as Tara winced. She gave them a look that said 'really? Don't be a baby.'
Her own heart started to beat faster. El actually liked Tara's crooked nose. It was cute. Badass. Even though El knew it wasn't because of any fights, just Tara being lanky and clumsy.
Tara wasn't a baby about wounds. she knew that for a fact but this time the antiseptic stung a little more than normal. it could have been the chilled air that permeated all the little cracks and unsealed holes throughout the space letting the cold in. the tension didn't help much Els hands were soft and a bit rough on the edges. the small calouses brushed up with the skin of Taras face.
Her hands weren't nearly as rough and scuffed as Taras were from years of labor. they provided a nice shield from a lot of stuff that would have otherwise injured or penetrated into the meat of her hands.
"yknow doll i don't really think you have enough bandages for all this"
they gestured to their face with their hands trying to eliminate some of the tension from the room with some humor as they gave a faint chuckle.
Tara wasnt really sure when she started calling girls she liked, even just a little bit, doll. their memory was blurry about most things pre highschool but she was half sure it started in the summer sometime between elementary and middle when all they had to do was watch old movies on the tv.
they could feel their heart trying to break free of their chest the way it was pumping so hard to keep up with the way her cheeks were warming up second by second.
Eloise laughed softly, the dimple on her left cheek making a brief appearance. She signed the word for 'fine', tapping her thumb on her torso with an open hand, like saying 'it's okay'.
She wasn't stupid, and neither was Tara. Of course, she wanted them to get better, but patching up a wound wasn't the simple reason El wanted them to come over.
When Eloise was done bandaging Tara's nose (admittedly, kind of badly, which she may be critiqued by the one with a former job at a hospital), she began to check for other injuries, her hands resting on Tara's arms as she scooted closer.
She was practically on her lap, now, looking focused as she used the last of the bandaids to wrap up any straggling wounds Tara might have taken from the fall.
it didn't matter much to Tara that their nose was at a drastically different angle than before what mattered more was that it stayed still and didn't move for the next few weeks at the least.
every little touch made Tara's heart beat spike a little but when Els hands rested on Taras arms through one of their shirts from some band long disbanded it made their heart beat 5x as fast. not for usual reasons it wasn't about some dumb tattoo or birthmark they had plenty of those.
there was something strange about her relationship with the chunk of skin and fat that had been torn away and reformed on the underside of her right arm. the bites and scratch scars seemed so minuscule compared to that giant reminder of her past.
the anxiety more or less stemmed from the idea of El and other people seeing that giant hole of self. the way it was positioned so far up on the arm made it hard to notice at first glance when she wasn't wearing something oversized but that didn't make it less worse to deal with.
this whole ordeal with Taras wounds made them feel like a dog waiting for a command. which one was unclear but they were stuck in the "stay" command until further notice.
Eloise noticed the chunk of flesh missing from Tara's arm. It was a deep wound that's been scabbed over. To anyone else, it would be ugly.
El found comfort in it, though. Comfort that someone else had something 'ugly' about them, too.
She was careful not to touch it. El didn't offer any bandages to cover it up, instead she averted her eyes and played it off, like she didn't see anything.
El patted her on the back, and got up quickly. After rummaging around, she sat back down, and pulled out a yellow lollipop. She grinned, and spoke aloud.
"Here" She held out the lollipop, making airplane noises as she guided it to Tara's mouth. Sometimes, the age difference between them was easy to see, with how dumb Eloise's humour was.
El waits for a knock at the door. She knows it's Tara. Who else would it be? They've been visiting each other's houses for a while now. Tara would come over, they'd get high together, joke about making out and then El chickens out at the last minute.
Tara always says it's fine, but El feels embarrassed. This time, she says, this time she'll go through with it. Even if she's scared of intimacy, and afraid Tara will push her boundaries, and how do you even make out without a tongue???–
El's head perks up when Tara opens the door. Wow. No knock this time. It's almost scary how familiar they've gotten. She hums a welcome, and pats the spot on the couch beside her
- @silencespeakslouder
Tara was a chronic nose breaker. mostly by accident but the occassional playfull fight resulted in one sometimes. Her nose had been bent out of place so many times it was hard to tell what it originally looked like unless you got your hands on a picture of her before then.
This latest one had been on accident, rushing home from work in the cold. the combination of high winds, slippery ice, fast walking, and a crack in the pavement she hadn't noticed resulted in this new crooked angel of her face.
A cig may not have been the ideal choice for right now but she had been saving them for a time she felt like she needed them and now was the time. live fast die young. keith harris would be proud. she flopped down on the couch immideatly splaying out almost as if in instinct.
"sorry i abandonned you for like two weeks prices these days, family, exes yadda yadda you gonna patch my wounds or what?"
There wasnt much to patch up. she'd only gone to a doctor about a broken nose once. other than the major cosmetic change there were maybe a half dozen minor cuts and scrapes scattered on her nose, forehead, and chin one of them had already scarred. it was faint for a fresh one but noticeable if you were right up in her face.
El snorted, to her, Tara barely looked any different, save for some cuts and bleeding. They've known eachother for a while, and Tara's picked up on some sign language, but El still prefers her text-to-speech machine. Even though it sounds robotic.
"I have a first aid kit, but I wouldn't know how to fix a broken nose. I could stop the bleeding?"
El's face scrunched up as she saw Tara reaching for a cigarette. She didn't take it away, but she gives Tara a 'I'm not mad, just disappointed' look. In El's mind, there's so many better options, ones without smoke. Tara doesn't need those cancer sticks. It's bad for her.
"eh the nose is a future me problem s'not like i can afford to get it fixed up anyhow"
There were a lot of things that were future Tara problems, the ruined nose, the cig stratled inbetween her middle and index tips, the rent, almost everything in her life was something to deal with later.
the cuts and scrapes were something to be addressed now especially if it resulted in El touching their face or Taras tongue in Els mouth. it might have felt a little wrong to want that in the past but this was not something to have future Tara deal with. this was something only present El and present Tara could deal with skin, teeth, blood and all.
"you can stop the bleeding all you like though"
they said with a smirk peering out the corner of their mouth. their fingers twiddling with the unlit cigarrette. a small trickle of blood running from their right nostril falling into the parting line of their lips.
El rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed a light red at Tara's flirting. She rummaged through a bottom drawer in her kitchen, pulling out some bandages, disinfectant spray and a plastic baggie that she then filled with ice cubes.
She signed 'stay still', and sat down beside Tara, leaning in close to wipe down her bloody, crooked nose with antiseptic. She snickered as Tara winced. She gave them a look that said 'really? Don't be a baby.'
Her own heart started to beat faster. El actually liked Tara's crooked nose. It was cute. Badass. Even though El knew it wasn't because of any fights, just Tara being lanky and clumsy.
Tara wasn't a baby about wounds. she knew that for a fact but this time the antiseptic stung a little more than normal. it could have been the chilled air that permeated all the little cracks and unsealed holes throughout the space letting the cold in. the tension didn't help much Els hands were soft and a bit rough on the edges. the small calouses brushed up with the skin of Taras face.
Her hands weren't nearly as rough and scuffed as Taras were from years of labor. they provided a nice shield from a lot of stuff that would have otherwise injured or penetrated into the meat of her hands.
"yknow doll i don't really think you have enough bandages for all this"
they gestured to their face with their hands trying to eliminate some of the tension from the room with some humor as they gave a faint chuckle.
Tara wasnt really sure when she started calling girls she liked, even just a little bit, doll. their memory was blurry about most things pre highschool but she was half sure it started in the summer sometime between elementary and middle when all they had to do was watch old movies on the tv.
they could feel their heart trying to break free of their chest the way it was pumping so hard to keep up with the way her cheeks were warming up second by second.
Eloise laughed softly, the dimple on her left cheek making a brief appearance. She signed the word for 'fine', tapping her thumb on her torso with an open hand, like saying 'it's okay'.
She wasn't stupid, and neither was Tara. Of course, she wanted them to get better, but patching up a wound wasn't the simple reason El wanted them to come over.
When Eloise was done bandaging Tara's nose (admittedly, kind of badly, which she may be critiqued by the one with a former job at a hospital), she began to check for other injuries, her hands resting on Tara's arms as she scooted closer.
She was practically on her lap, now, looking focused as she used the last of the bandaids to wrap up any straggling wounds Tara might have taken from the fall.
it's not the age that's the Problem for me I'm one year closer to being a milf it's the expectation that i will be stable but i still have so much to ruin so much to corrupt so many jobs to be fired from so many women
El waits for a knock at the door. She knows it's Tara. Who else would it be? They've been visiting each other's houses for a while now. Tara would come over, they'd get high together, joke about making out and then El chickens out at the last minute.
Tara always says it's fine, but El feels embarrassed. This time, she says, this time she'll go through with it. Even if she's scared of intimacy, and afraid Tara will push her boundaries, and how do you even make out without a tongue???–
El's head perks up when Tara opens the door. Wow. No knock this time. It's almost scary how familiar they've gotten. She hums a welcome, and pats the spot on the couch beside her
- @silencespeakslouder
Tara was a chronic nose breaker. mostly by accident but the occassional playfull fight resulted in one sometimes. Her nose had been bent out of place so many times it was hard to tell what it originally looked like unless you got your hands on a picture of her before then.
This latest one had been on accident, rushing home from work in the cold. the combination of high winds, slippery ice, fast walking, and a crack in the pavement she hadn't noticed resulted in this new crooked angel of her face.
A cig may not have been the ideal choice for right now but she had been saving them for a time she felt like she needed them and now was the time. live fast die young. keith harris would be proud. she flopped down on the couch immideatly splaying out almost as if in instinct.
"sorry i abandonned you for like two weeks prices these days, family, exes yadda yadda you gonna patch my wounds or what?"
There wasnt much to patch up. she'd only gone to a doctor about a broken nose once. other than the major cosmetic change there were maybe a half dozen minor cuts and scrapes scattered on her nose, forehead, and chin one of them had already scarred. it was faint for a fresh one but noticeable if you were right up in her face.
El snorted, to her, Tara barely looked any different, save for some cuts and bleeding. They've known eachother for a while, and Tara's picked up on some sign language, but El still prefers her text-to-speech machine. Even though it sounds robotic.
"I have a first aid kit, but I wouldn't know how to fix a broken nose. I could stop the bleeding?"
El's face scrunched up as she saw Tara reaching for a cigarette. She didn't take it away, but she gives Tara a 'I'm not mad, just disappointed' look. In El's mind, there's so many better options, ones without smoke. Tara doesn't need those cancer sticks. It's bad for her.
"eh the nose is a future me problem s'not like i can afford to get it fixed up anyhow"
There were a lot of things that were future Tara problems, the ruined nose, the cig stratled inbetween her middle and index tips, the rent, almost everything in her life was something to deal with later.
the cuts and scrapes were something to be addressed now especially if it resulted in El touching their face or Taras tongue in Els mouth. it might have felt a little wrong to want that in the past but this was not something to have future Tara deal with. this was something only present El and present Tara could deal with skin, teeth, blood and all.
"you can stop the bleeding all you like though"
they said with a smirk peering out the corner of their mouth. their fingers twiddling with the unlit cigarrette. a small trickle of blood running from their right nostril falling into the parting line of their lips.
El rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed a light red at Tara's flirting. She rummaged through a bottom drawer in her kitchen, pulling out some bandages, disinfectant spray and a plastic baggie that she then filled with ice cubes.
She signed 'stay still', and sat down beside Tara, leaning in close to wipe down her bloody, crooked nose with antiseptic. She snickered as Tara winced. She gave them a look that said 'really? Don't be a baby.'
Her own heart started to beat faster. El actually liked Tara's crooked nose. It was cute. Badass. Even though El knew it wasn't because of any fights, just Tara being lanky and clumsy.
El waits for a knock at the door. She knows it's Tara. Who else would it be? They've been visiting each other's houses for a while now. Tara would come over, they'd get high together, joke about making out and then El chickens out at the last minute.
Tara always says it's fine, but El feels embarrassed. This time, she says, this time she'll go through with it. Even if she's scared of intimacy, and afraid Tara will push her boundaries, and how do you even make out without a tongue???–
El's head perks up when Tara opens the door. Wow. No knock this time. It's almost scary how familiar they've gotten. She hums a welcome, and pats the spot on the couch beside her
- @silencespeakslouder
Tara was a chronic nose breaker. mostly by accident but the occassional playfull fight resulted in one sometimes. Her nose had been bent out of place so many times it was hard to tell what it originally looked like unless you got your hands on a picture of her before then.
This latest one had been on accident, rushing home from work in the cold. the combination of high winds, slippery ice, fast walking, and a crack in the pavement she hadn't noticed resulted in this new crooked angel of her face.
A cig may not have been the ideal choice for right now but she had been saving them for a time she felt like she needed them and now was the time. live fast die young. keith harris would be proud. she flopped down on the couch immideatly splaying out almost as if in instinct.
"sorry i abandonned you for like two weeks prices these days, family, exes yadda yadda you gonna patch my wounds or what?"
There wasnt much to patch up. she'd only gone to a doctor about a broken nose once. other than the major cosmetic change there were maybe a half dozen minor cuts and scrapes scattered on her nose, forehead, and chin one of them had already scarred. it was faint for a fresh one but noticeable if you were right up in her face.
El snorted, to her, Tara barely looked any different, save for some cuts and bleeding. They've known eachother for a while, and Tara's picked up on some sign language, but El still prefers her text-to-speech machine. Even though it sounds robotic.
"I have a first aid kit, but I wouldn't know how to fix a broken nose. I could stop the bleeding?"
El's face scrunched up as she saw Tara reaching for a cigarette. She didn't take it away, but she gives Tara a 'I'm not mad, just disappointed' look. In El's mind, there's so many better options, ones without smoke. Tara doesn't need those cancer sticks. It's bad for her.
Eloise stumbled up the stairs, she had gotten in the apartment by following someone else and waiting for them to open the door. El knocked on Tara's apartment door, she's been sleeping over here for the past 2 days now. El was back from the club.
When the door was opened, Tara was promptly greeted with a very intoxicated, and worn out looking El. She stumbled into the kitchen and giggled loopily.
Her club outfit was a pink mini skirt, a fluffy cheetah print jacket and heels. Her makeup was fucked, her lipstick smudged, her appearance was disheveled. The most noticeable thing was the dark bruise-like splotches on El's collarbone. She waved at Tara
"Hi," She spoke, and then hiccuped
- @silencespeakslouder
Tara's hands shook a little as she turned the handle. she had heard knocks similar to that knock before. the sound of someone drunk. it was sloppy and unfocused. They took a drag of their cigarette. it wasn't hers. Her friend had left his cigs at her place, and she felt like their was a feeling that needed to be dulled and could only be dulled by them. it wasn't doing anything to help.
Overall, it was just something to do to distract herself from the impending passing out on the couch she was inevitably going to do later.
As she opened the door and saw Ellies disheveled, saddening appearance, all she could really do was sigh and poorly stifle a cough in response.
"I- dude! doll. baby."
the last word came out in barely a whisper as she tucked Ellies hair hair behind her ears and reached down a little to hug the shorter girl close. scooping their own arms under Ellies shoulders and picking her up careful with the cigarette before putting it back in her mouth and carrying Ellie to the couch.
Tara wasn't concerned about Ellies drunkenness or the splotchy bruises on her collarbone, at least not now. they were just glad she had come back in one piece.
Tara took one last drag from the cigarette before putting it out in the ash tray on the coffee table and standing up to get a glass of water from the kitchen.
El giggled loopily. She leaned her head back on the couch, her eyelids felt heavy. Bile rose up in her throat, and she tried to swallow It down as to not make Tara even more worried. Sure..she was drunk, almost blackout drunk, but god, vomiting is one thing that El despises.
When Tara came back with water, El struggled to sit up, flopping back down lazily.
"Whatever you do, just please don't vomit on my floor, ok?"
She spoke as she placed glass on the table. she brushed the stray hairs out of the smaller girls face. maybe caressing it a bit before placing a kiss on her temple and sitting next to her on the couch.
"I mean, you can vomit just like anywhere that's not the floor or the couch. s'empty bowl, right there"
They gestured towards a large empty bowl sitting at the far end of the coffee table.
El whimpered pathetically. She wasn't even hungover, yet a pounding headache was making it's way through her temple. El leaned into the kiss that Tara gave her.
A voice in the back of her mind told her not to. She wasn't comfortable with kissing yet. But El went forward, drunkenly trying to kiss Tara on the neck. She knew it was a bad decision. A part of her...a bad part of her wanted Tara to take advantage of her. Use her drunken state and then throw her away when she's come to.
"Huh? aw doll - no, no. not now, not while you're drunk off your ass."
Tara gently pushed Els face away from their neck.
God, she wished she could, but it just wasn't right.
"I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise you that."
She drew her gaze towards the bruises. honestly, she didn't want to know if she knew. It would feel too much like cheating despite the complete lack of a relationship.
She just wanted to hold Ellie close and make her feel better. maybe kiss her a little but never on the lips. they treated everyone like that. but this feeling was more than friendship. but romance didn't feel like the right word in this moment.
El whined. She hiccuped, and flopped her head down on Tara's lap. With a clumsy hand, she gently played with Tara's auburn hair.
Tara might call her hair messy, or frizzy, but to El, Tara's wavy hair was her favorite.
El had completely forgotten about the hickies on her neck, forgotten about that girl that she met at the club tonight. She seemed to forget a lot of things when she was laying in a pretty older woman's lap.
what was so hypnotizing to this girl about Tara's hair. it was just hair. in her own opinion, there was much more to her than her face or appearance. it was simply the outer shell she had been handed by life, and she didn't care if it was considered ugly or not. but she had to admit in this moment it was nice to have someone like her hair even if it was letting someone objectify her, but it was only this one time.
it was also pretty nice to have such a pretty, no, hot girl laying her head in her lap. God, it was such a nice break from all the mean angry drunks she had dated and known. all the cheaters and liars. all the painful nights alone, waiting for them to sober up enough to calm down enough to be in the same room as her. she wanted to live those people so bad, but it was so hard, too hard to handle sober.
honestly, they didn't really know what to do at all in this moment except caress the younger ones face a little, maybe letting a small smile creep across their face as they looked down at her lovingly.
*El smiled back, the dimple on her cheek deepening. She hiccuped again, and suddenly, her face started to turn a sickly green.*
*She quickly got up, and started to puke into the bowl as best as she could. Some of it missed, spewing onto the coffee table.*
*El started to sob quietly. She usually doesn't cry, ever since her trap, she found her crying to be ugly. The noises were animalistic, heaving and whimpering as she leaned over the bowl. She couldn't bear to look at the puke, and quickly backed away, leaning on the feet of the couch*
Tara gagged a little in response and did their best to stifle it before grabbing the bowl and heading to the kitchen. it was mostly just bile, still kinda gross, but she rinsed it regardless before coming back in and cleaning off the table.
"Oh doll, please don't cry. You haven't done anything wrong. i mean, this is to be expected. You're drunk as fuck it's only natural and I've seen plenty worse"
She was doing her best at comforting the poor girl. they offered the glass of water to Els lips.
"C'mon doll, you gotta get that taste out of your mouth somehow."
They looked at her with almost pleading eyes like they would do anything just to see El drink the goddamn water.
El sniffled, and grabbed the water. She had trouble swallowing water due to her tongue, so she took a pen, and wrote down on a piece of paper from her notebook that she kept in her pocket.
'do u have a straw?'
She looked a bit guilty, asking for more when Tara had already done so much. But El had vomit on her lips, and was looking to drink some water.
She didn't like straws. but she still stood back up to rummage through the junk drawer in the kitchen for some near discarded take-out straw. who knows how old the one they found was, but it was fine it would work. A small "miau?" broke the silence the kitten was hiding under a dish towel. She scooped the kitten up and walked back in, holding the tiny thing like a baby almost.
El smiled weakly, she placed the straw in the water, and it was much easier for her to swallow when controlled like this. Tara didn't make a big fuss over accommodation either ... to be fair, it was just a straw, but you'd be surprised how ignorant some people are.
After taking some sips to get the bile taste out of her mouth, she looked at the kitten in Tara's hands, she whined and made grabby hands for the cat
you little bugger. picking favorites. at least you're friendly.
they handed the kitten over, and it almost immediately settled down into her arms, purring and kneeding it's paws into her arms.
Jimmy was getting big, almost an adult cat, at this point, but still pretty lanky. Gordy was 6, almost 7 years old at this point, and a remnant from an unhappy and rough time in Tara's life, poor cat would have died without them but was much happier and healthier and also probably back in the closet somehow. They should just put a cat bed in there at this point.
they flopped down, scooting right up next to her, resting their head on top of Els, looking down at the cat.
"i think this is the second time you've kissed my cat this much. strange."
are you seriously jealous of your fucking cat? that's a new low for you. no normal person gets jealous like this at a cat. maybe another human.
they just wrapped one of their arms around her and looked down at the cat. they couldn't help but smile a little at it and subconciously place a kiss on the top of Els head.
El whipped her head around. Her face flushed red, but it was hard to see under her pale makeup. She hiccuped, and leaned back on Tara, closing her eyes.
The cat wiggled in El's arms, and she giggled loopily.
Eloise had completely forgotten about the hickies on her neck, the night before she came to Tara's house. The club, the girl she met there, nothing mattered when she was here.
But maybe it would matter to Tara. She tries not to think about that. They weren't even dating.
The bruises shouldn't have mattered that much to them. there wasnt a relationship between them of any significant extent for this internal reaction to the bruises to be appropriate.
she didn't like to admit it but she was a jealous bitch deep down. she did wonder who gave El the bruises. but she didnt want to ruin anything they had. maybe later. maybe when she felt more ready to be sober. maybe when el was also sober. maybe then they would be more ready to talk about their weird relationship.
it was very hard to resist kissing El more. it was like biting down on a stick to not bite your tongue off. was it really so bad to hold back this feeling?
Els hair felt soft it smelled cheap and trashy and good. it was so easy and good to bury their face in. it was so easy to be affectionate when there was no pressure of a real relationship. romantic or not.
Eloise couldn't help but yawn. She hiccuped, and drunkenly buried her face in Tara's neck. God. There was so much she needed to do, Shower, take her makeup off, change out of her dress, but El was too tired.
Her makeup was definitely smudged at this point, she had a lipstick mark on her neck, her own lipstick ruined as well. Her mascara settled around her eye creases, making her look like a raccoon.
