she’s hardly looking for company, at the moment - in fact, that’s the last thing eliza’s looking for. the traces of exhaustion aren’t just heavy in her tone - they weigh in droves physically, without fail. cheeks are sunken and sallow, hair is mussed - and the damage done to her body is that of a weary, disparaged woman. (there’s a gash of dried blood on her cheek & welts on her hands.) money, dutch says - they need money. regardless of whether or not she’s doing it for him or the others around her - eliza is doing everything she can to get it.
“i don’t wanna talk, oce -” she starts, swallowing her pride & hiding her face with her hand as she pushes past him to get to her haphazard pile of belongings, “- i jus’ need t’get my shit an’ go.”
starter call / @katzengesicht . 🤍 🥀
