#eliza001

[sama-not-sam]

Sama was looking for a quiet place to make a phone call. She’d been hoping that the common area on the third floor might have been abandoned in favor of the more convenient great room, but apparently that was not the case. Or, perhaps, she wasn’t the only one looking for quiet. Whatever the reason, Elizabeth was there with a book in hand, and she spoke up before Sama could pretend she’d just come into the room to grab something and leave again.

Clearly, Elizabeth had not outgrown her tendency to insert herself in other people’s business, especially Sama’s. She ignored Elizabeth’s sentimental observation, and went straight to the question. “I never really found New Yorkers to be particularly rude.” Entering the city through the microcosm of Columbia’s campus had been an excellent introduction to the etiquette of New York City as a whole, and it ended up suiting Sama. Everyone minded their own business, and as long as you didn’t get in anyone’s way you were left to go about yours. 

But it was obvious the girl wanted a conversation, and Sama had no good reason to deny her, besides not really wanting to oblige her, so she filled out her answer. “But Geneva is a very unique city, most Swiss who live there would tell you it’s not terribly representative of Swiss culture. There is a great number of expats in the city. In that respect it’s quite similar to New York.”

where: common area

when: around 4.00 pm

with: @sama-not-sam

it was weird, seeing sama again in flesh and blood, in the same place they spent so much time together at one point. though eliza always had an obvious predilection towards alison, sama was not much further down in the list of people she insisted on following around at every opportunity, a little duckling trying so hard to copy the older girl. looking back now, she realized how annoying it must have been, but it's not like eliza regretted being a little kid doing what little kids do best.

until now, eliza had been trying her best to study some lines, but the old copy of julius caesar in her hands was throwing her off. it had belonged to richard, of course, and just holding it made her feel strange. sama was a perfectly good distraction from her own messed up feelings that had only been growing since that last clue of the scavenger hunt. "it's been so long since i saw you." she said, a bit of wistfulness in her voice. "do you like geneva? are the swiss nicer than new yorkers?"

[nighthunts]

“You do a good job taking care of this place,” Julian mused, his hand skimming the railing of one of the theatre balconies. A show had finished only an hour ago, and he could practically smell the adrenaline still coursing through the actor’s veins. None of it was blood he wanted, though. “You should consider adding a...supernatural only space. Perhaps another alternative place for us to have a drink that doesn’t require anyone to set food in the Euphoria Lounge. I’m adding an area to Delirium, but that might take some time.” // @phantomofthetheater

[mariangelpena]

The straw of her milkshake pressed against her cheek, Mari placed her free hand behind her on the grass as she crossed her legs as she looked at Eliza. The day was relatively warm so it had been the perfect excuse to settle under a tree to talk about whatever really could come to mind. In the moment, Mari’s mind had wandered to movies since they’d been talking about Jane Austen. “Ya have to admit, all the modern adaptions to some of her works are kinda impressive. I think my favorite is always gonna be Clueless even if From Prada to Nada is very easily my second choice. But then we have the gross ones like Pride, Prejudice and Zombies. Like... who thought that would be a good idea?” @elizadone​

[ruinmc]

officialelizarose​:

who: Eliza & @ruinmc​

where: Home sweet home!

So, Eliza had done all of the stalling she could muster. She’d taken an extensive tour of the house to see every little thing Matt had fixed up (as if she hadn’t been back two weeks ago), she’d spent entirely too long on the ground with Penny and Chase, she’d even gone to get dinner. And now Chase was in bed and she and Matt were sitting at the dining table with the wine she’d brought back. Eliza’s insides were waging an all-too-familiar war: the desire to tell her big brother everything, to crawl into his arms and let him fix it all, versus her need to not become a burden, to not add to his list of worries. It was certainly long enough.

Tracing the wine glass absentmindedly, Eliza lifted her eyes to meet her brother’s. He always knew when she was holding something back, damn him. “Are you sure it’s okay for us to stay? I won’t be offended if we need to stay at the inn or something. Chase has a lot of energy these days. And the questions! Fucking never-ending,” she said, though her lips quirked up in a smile at the mention of Chase. He really was exhausting and demanding and wonderful and, most days, the reason she got out of bed. “It might be…” she paused, lowered her gaze. “It might be a longer trip, is all.” Eliza told herself she didn’t want to burden Matt, but really? Underneath that, she was ashamed at the way her life had imploded. Embarrassed to admit that she’d caused it. “Things just… aren’t good right now. With Ivy, with work. It’s no big deal, but I think we need a break from the city.” It was the most truth she could muster.

Matthew prides himself on being hard to surprise, proudly boasts it like it’s his greatest accomplishment in his thirty-two years of life to any that try or hint at it; however eliza bennett was definitely the one to surprise him the most. His baby sister is keen on keeping matty on his toes, and he doubts that it’ll ever change. So to say he was surprised would be a bit of an understatement for the eldest bennett when said sister and nephew showed up at the shop asking for a place to stay. Always happy to oblige he had said yes in a heartbeat selfishly wanting the company. Even if he was remodeling their family home matthew doesn’t think he’ll ever get rid of the memories that haunt the walls, reminding him of simpler times so he will take any attempt at new memories of his nephew’s laugh and sister’s smile.

He’s not sure why eliza’s back. It's been only two weeks since her last visit and he had told her then that he was fine, no need to be making monthly trips to check in on him. Deep down he knows something’s wrong with her and can see it in the way she keeps hiding from his gaze, but he reminds himself not to pester. Believes wholeheartedly that she would tell him if she wanted or needed because they share everything together. No secret worth keeping between the two of them. He rolls his eyes quickly at her question, scoffing under his breath. “ Are you seriously asking that ? This is your house as much as mine, the two of you are always welcome. Honestly, I’m excited for the questions Chase’ll make the house feel more homey.” matthew explains quickly, smile widening with eliza’s. She really was the best mother and matty couldn’t be more proud of her. Gaze softening he sets aside his wine glass and shrugs his shoulders.  “I’m sorry El… Do you want to talk about it? Seriously though stay as long as you want, I really don’t mind. ”