— Lizzie.

❝Keep looking up. There might be a rainbow waiting for you.❞

[— Lizzie. @BlitheSass]

❝𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠.❞

Eʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ Mᴀʀɪᴇ Sᴛᴀʙʟᴇʀ.

AU portrayal by #McDimples.

[— Lizzie. @BlitheSass]

@abhorredblonde — not as much. It's just loud now... always fighting. Why do you do that, momma? He'll leave us if you keep fighting with him!"

[— Lizzie. @BlitheSass]

The girl glanced at her mother with a slightly raised eyebrow. She didn’t mind sharing, but only certain candies.

“Mm… you can have these?” She offered a packet of Whoppers. And little bag of candy corn.

[— Lizzie. @BlitheSass]

@abhorredblonde She frowned when her mother got up from the couch, not knowing where she was going. But she remained in place and waited in silence.

And when the picture was shown to her, her little fingers skimmed the glass keeping it safe inside the frame. "But he doesn't smile like that, —

[— Lizzie. @BlitheSass]

That means it's time to put up the tree!!

[— Lizzie. @BlitheSass]

Best buds.

[— Lizzie. @BlitheSass]

Cue light eyes peeking over the edge, spotting her friend climbing the ladder.

"Millie!" She grinned with obvious excitement.

[— Lizzie. @BlitheSass]

Lizzie went quiet for a long moment, biting the inside of her cheek while deep in thought. Her mind had been racing lately, worrying about the whole family.

“I dunno… I just want her to be happy. She does so much for us!”

[— Lizzie. @BlitheSass]

Her nose scrunched up at the poke against it. A playful swat given to make her sister stop.

“Kathleen… do you think momma is happy?” She asked all of a sudden, facial expression turning to one of seriousness and concern.

[— Lizzie. @BlitheSass]

Cue said mini-me coming to join her on the couch. Her bag of Halloween candy situated within her lap.

[— Lizzie. @BlitheSass]

The little blonde shoved her book aside and stretched out her legs. Her toes wiggling against the wood flooring of the treehouse.

“I like having you home. Just… not the yelling, it’s really loud.”

[— Lizzie. @BlitheSass]

Lizzie merely shrugged her little shoulders. At least it wasn’t her getting in trouble— daddy could still be/sound scary when mad though, even if it wasn’t toward her.

“I don’t want you to go away, sissy.”

[— Lizzie. @BlitheSass]

Closing her book, side eyeing her sister with obvious skepticism.

“Daddy was yelling at you again. I heard it.”

[— Lizzie. @BlitheSass]

She’ll be hiding in the treehouse.

[— Lizzie. @BlitheSass]

|| I might change the FC here, if/when I find a different one. But this is it for now.