uhaliza-blog

[uhaliza-blog]

[ laura harrier, female, she/her] hey , there’s ALIZA CALLAS the TWENTY-FOUR year old local that i met recently. it’s easy to tell that they’re pretty EMPATHETIC but you’ll learn they’re pretty HEADSTRONG too. they’ve been living on the island for HER WHOLE LIFE and often spend time around SALA BOOK SHOP if you’re looking for them.

hey y’all i’m sierra! allow me to introduce you to my baby aliza! under the cut you’ll find her intro!

-unyielding, -morose +empathetic, +steadfast, ~secretive.

aesthetic: well-worn levis, 2am phone calls, worried thoughts, kind heart, sweat pants, designated driver, messy buns, & gentle smiles

just like…. trying her best, okay

a little distant but still polite and endearing if you don’t know her — a defense mechanism she relies on to keep at least some semblance of control over her bleeding heart. once you’re friends tho that’s it, she is emotionally attached to you and will be until her dying breath.

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angelos callas was an established businessman, oil baron’s son, and married when he met candace rhodes, a nineteen year old sorority girl – what was intended to be a clandestine affair turned into a marriage and two children, sans-prenup due to angelos’s trusting and romantic nature.

naturally candace walked away with half his inheritance and an impressive alimony settlement once she had tangible proof of his infidelity in the form of aliza’s younger half sister.

her father had full physical custody of her and her brother growing up and he was a bit of a romantic mess, which meant more moves and stepmothers over the years that she barely bothered to keep track of then all.

after her mother resurfaced and only bothered getting custody of her younger brother, she continued to refuse to leave her hometown with her father. when he moved on to her next stepmother, she remained, alone in a house with too many rooms and ghosts of memories. she would’ve preferred an actual haunting to the loneliness.

once upon time, she was the IT GIRL in high school - prom queen teen dream with a rebellious streak that made her generally liked by everyone. the fact that her house was party central and parent-free helped a lot —  and her pathological need to be liked combined with a laissez-faire, breezy aura was as intoxicating as the crates of bourbon and vodka her father provided.

but she’s changed !! quite a bit since then, obviously maturing and having her heart broken a few times have been good for her, but she can still be coaxed into her more destructive moods.

the summer of her junior year of high school she fell pregnant, and it was something of an unspoken scandal – whispered about by women at cotillion luncheons and charitable auctions, especially when it became apparent she’d gotten an abortion. after all, she was and is still set to take on her father’s reign.

her high school romance crashed and burned spectacularly after a summer of fighting- mostly over her the baby, she vowed to never fall in love again. naturally, she fell in love immediately – and remained in love for the next couple years.

at twenty, she found herself staring down at a little pink plus sign once again, but this time there wasn’t dread curling in the pit of her stomach – she was almost excited at the prospect of becoming a mother. she’d been forced into the role the day her own had left her and her younger brother – now she was in a stable and loving relationship, with prospects and a trust fund. suddenly she wanted the baby.

up until this point in her life, aliza had never believed in the 'callas’ curse. something of a legend, it involved a witch and a daughter one of the original callas men had deflowered then refused to marry hundreds of years eariler. bad things happened, of course, but they happened to everyone; her superstitious grandmother only exacerbated paranoia by claiming every broken nail or burnt pie to be the result of some foolish curse.

then she miscarried.

at first, there was a lot her blaming herself, spiraling until she had almost convinced herself some higher power was punishing for her abortion that fateful summer. suddenly, her life became an endless cycle of positive pregnancy tests and heartbreak after heartbreak, waking up to sharp pangs and wet thighs.

her belief in the curse solidified when she lost her son; at twenty seven weeks, he was considered stillborn. the pregnancy she had truly believed in, had began to consider a success, and it had turned into her greatest heartbreak.

the dissolution of her relationship afterwards only further numbed her, convinced her even more that her blood and bones were cursed, bound to the tragedy that her great-great-grandfather had trapped her with.

lately she’s been fostering and adopting a lot of animals to keep herself from getting too lonely as she slowly emerges from her grief cocoon, and has been hooking up pretty indiscriminately with strangers at bars to feel something, which is probably only fueling the gossip mill

thanks for reading this long intro! like this and i’ll come to you to plot!