lorelyons

[lorelyons]

a closed starter for: nico @nicoxxb location: a darkroom on campus

thank god film was cool again.

though she was still new to that particular aspect of the artform, her trusty digital camera hung up in favor of a far more expensive alternative, lore had taken to developing film like a duck to water. maybe it was the science involved, or maybe it was the comfort of repetitive motion, but when she was in montclair's darkroom the chaos of the world seemed to calm down, the rough edges of her own life softening. in the darkroom she didn't have to think about lizzie or the mess she'd made of her other friendships. instead, she simply revealed images. memories.

and occasionally, like that afternoon, she did so with a friend.

"oh, this is the one," she chirped the moment the image was fully developed, hanging it up in a prime location to dry before turning to nico. "of course, i am open to critiques, especially because it's a picture of you, but my professor said that the final is portraiture. and though i'm biased, i feel like that's a pretty damn good one."

[lorelyons]

lore liked the library because it was quiet, and reliably so. there were several spots on campus where she could study in peace, but nestled amidst the stacks with the whispers of her fellow students providing a calming backing track, none had ever quite compared to langley.

which was why it was a shock to her system when there were a series of crashes nearby, each more concerning than the last. she'd been deep in thought, trying to find just the right word to conclude her paper, when she let her more curious instincts take over and lead her in what seemed to be the right direction.

there weren't any additional crashes to guide her, but it didn't take her long to track down the person on the ground. from there, it wasn't difficult to deduce what must have happened.

"i can't do that, unfortunately," lore frowned, her expression soon shifting given the amusing picture before her. "are you okay? you have to at least let me help you up." an outstretched hand accompanied her words.

open ( no cap ) the langley library.

Walid sighed as they put their silly little tv show on pause, cutting off everything by slamming - silently - their laptop closed and setting it on the desk above their head. With everything going on lately, they couldn't focus on catching up on their UK television. Seated in their spot under one of the tables on the top floor of the library - surrounded by stuffy autobiographies nobody cared enough for - had always been the best way to simply leave the world behind and pretend they were in rainy England.

Only they were certain the British wouldn't think to haunt a school as a prank with secret messages on blogs and flyers. Or perhaps they watched the wrong tv shows.

They heard footsteps a few rows of books off, and scrambled out from under the table, hitting their head in the process, which toppled over the stack of books laying there, which collided with the cups they'd smuggled into the library, and all of that combined made a pretty banging rukkus. "Oh bloody hell!" Walid yelled when their foot caught on the leg of a chair and they sprawled out of their hiding spot, laying face-down among the bookcases.

"Please ignore me and my shame, as I wallow in self-pity."

[lorelyons]

it was an odd role reversal, for lore to be the one that sofia was applauding. it didn't feel right, a moment of appreciation for something that had mostly been therapeutic. and so lore didn't let it last, rushing instead to speak.

"no, yeah, i'm fine," she insisted, the words ringing false even to her own ears. but lizzie was a sore subject between the two of them, and it felt better to divert the conversation rather than press at what could be an old wound.

it wasn't long ago that lore had prioritized her blossoming friendship with lizzie over the one she had with sofia, turning down the thespian's invites and attention in favor of the blazing sun that had been the school's golden girl. sofia was a shining star, to be sure, but in record time lore's new orbit had been set, and she could not (and would not) break away.

that choice had made their every interaction since a little awkward. and now? lizzie was dead, and lore was on the fast track to orbiting around kit instead. the situation hadn't changed, there was simply a new iteration.

and it was time for a change of subject.

"were you wanting to practice in here? i can leave," lore suggested, standing up from her spot on the bench. "i know auditions must be coming up."

if you ever wanted to be alone with your thoughts, the rehearsal rooms were the best place on campus for it. sofia swore by it. mostly because they were sound proof. it meant you weren't going to be harassed with overstimulating noise from everyone around you.

this time of the day, they were mostly quiet. its why sofia found herself here. it's when she enjoyed practicing. while she often welcomed an audience, she didn't want one while practicing a new song. while she didn't make mistakes often, she wanted to be the only one around to witness when she did.

heading to her favorite room, the brunette was disappointed to hear it was occupied. coming upon it, the sound of someone playing the piano from within greeted her. looking through the window on the door, ready to tell off whoever was inside, sofia paused when she recognized the fellow student.

perhaps in another life she would have found no reason to engage with lore, but a request from her mother to make friends with the girl could not go ignored. shockingly, sofia found she enjoyed lore more then she had originally anticipated.

entering the room quietly, sofia waited until the song was complete to approach lore, clapping in approval as she did. "i haven't seen many people since the party. i've been busy." hiding, but she wasn't going to admit that. "sounded like you needed to get that out. are you doing okay... you know, since everything?"

[lorelyons]

lore hadn't been paying much attention to her surroundings as she wandered into second chance threads that afternoon, a reminder from kit that she needed to pick up something "so cute it reminded me of you" still ringing in her ears. her intention had been to get in and get out, to head to somewhere quiet to get started on the book she'd put on reserve. but those plans soon faded away as an all too familiar voice snapped her back to reality.

it was an ice bucket challenge level of surprise, to hear █████'s voice again after so long. and yet, it had been unavoidable. montclair was not a large school, and they could change their name and avoid lore all they wanted, but the universe had a funny way of merging the past and the present when it wanted to.

all at once, lore was standing both in the thrift shop and in her childhood home, memories replaying in her mind of the last time they'd spoken face to face, history being rewritten as they were forced (by society) to interact then and there. lore was not the same girl she'd been all those years ago, when she'd shut █████ out of her life rather than turn to her as a replacement sister. and yet, patterns were repeating. the losses kept coming. and lore kept turning to others to fill the void.

was it time to apologize for the past, or was it still business as usual? glancing at █████'s nametag, it didn't take long for a decision to be made. and lore, as expected, took the easy way out.

"j-blue," she nodded in acknowledgment, the name not slipping easily from her mouth. "no, it's fine. i'm just stopping in to grab the book and the... sweater." the clueless of it all did not give the girl confidence in what had been selected for her, but she worked to get a smile on her face anyway. "clueless is in right now, actually. i imagine you'll probably be selling a ton of fluffy sweaters this winter."

               her  shift  should  be  over  by  now  —  or  is  time  just  going  by  too  slowly?  by  now,  blue  can't  tell.  all  they  know  is  that  her  feet  have  begun  to  ache  from  going  up  and  down  the  stairs  to  fetch  merchandise  and  to  put  it  in  place,  so  she's  more  than  glad  when  her  shift  partner  decides  to  take  over,  leaving  her  on  the  counter  of  second  chance  threads,  watching  as  no  one  comes  and  goes.  they  are  so  bored  that  they  begin  to  go  through  the  inventory  list  on  the  computer  and  the  reserved  orders;  the  lilt  of  the  door's  bell  comes  as  the  best  sound  in  the  world  when  someone  walks  in.  until…  well,  she  sees  who  it  is.  walk  out  and  leave.  walk  out  and  leave.  the  silent  prayer  echoes  in  her  head  as  she  watches  lore  comes  in  instead.  “hey.  um,  i  need  to  take  my  break  soon  so  this  can  be  quick.”  it's  a  bit  of  a  lie  —  they  have  no  idea  when  their  co-worker  will  return.  “i  can  try  to  find  someone  else  to  attend  you,  i  mean,  if  you  want?”  she  cringes,  forgetting  any  attempt  to  play  this  out  cooly.  “i  think  you  had  a  reserve  for…a  book?  there's  also  something  else  under  your  surname.  a  fluffy  sleeved  sweater?  is  it  for,  like,  a  clueless  costume  party?”

w. @lorelyons

[lorelyons]

"i don't think i'd be a very good astrophysics and earth and planetary sciences double major if i'd never been actual stargazing before," lore pointed out.

she hadn't been expecting to speak to anyone when she settled into a bench near the yacht club way after hours, and she'd been alone for quite some time. long enough, it seemed, that her breath could no longer be seen when she spoke. the chill in the air had only been staved off by her mittens and the hot tea she held between her hands, and even that was cooling by the second. she was not long for this world (this world being staying outside in the middle of the night in january).

yet she stayed. and continued to speak, the unexpected nature of the conversation prompting a genuine response.

"my family used to go when i was a kid - my parents were big on teaching us about constellations when we took our more remote vacations. and then science camp was in the middle of nowhere, so i got very well acquainted with the stars. even though there are too many lights out here, it's still the best spot in greenwich to see them, i think."

open starter location: somewhere off campus

"tell me that you've been stargazing, and i mean away from the city." cal turns toward the body beside him. "it's one of the most beautiful things you could ever see. everyone should do it before we die," he cringes internally, a little bit, at his last choice of words.

[lorelyons]

on identity

ojibwe / noah kahan / richard siken / unknown / elliott smith / oamisoa / cameron awkward-rich

[lorelyons]

the world works in mysterious ways, and that it had placed both lore and noah at montclair at the same time was certainly a testament to that fact. having met in san francisco years ago thanks to a family connection, they'd never had much to talk about.

until, of course, they did.

parties, drinks, it's the same old story. one thing leads to another and by the end of the night you're wasted and spilling your guts out to someone with which you'd previously only discussed the weather and which little appetizers were the best. noah (lizzie's forever boyfriend, even if they'd broken up some time ago) and lore (lizzie's devoted follower), having a heart to heart for one night only.

the night was a blur, a blackout drunk kind of evening, but she had stunning clarity regarding the one conversation she wished she could forget - everything she said, everything he said, just how pathetically she'd confided in him. every time she'd seen him since, it had played on a loop in her mind, accompanied by the nagging suspicion that he didn't remember a single moment of it.

it was better that way, surely. but until she knew it for a fact, she was treading lightly. and awkwardly.

"oh. uh, no. it's just... down. why? does it look bad?" she asked, noah's comment about her hair catching her off guard.

it didn't matter what the answer to her question would be - immediately upon asking it she'd tucked her hair behind her ear to adjust. the action was quickly followed by a response to his first question. "as for what you missed, a whole lot of nothing. it feels like everything's it a bit of a standstill. i assume you heard about that blog that popped up already?"

WHO: @delicateghvsts, @lorelyons, @goodgrac3s, @dvrkacademics, @silknshadows

WHERE: The Fairfax Courtyard

"What did I miss?" Stoic as ever, Noah had just landed back in Connecticut after spending the last four days in San Francisco. His grandfather hosted a memorial luncheon for his mother, leaving the Hart to plaster a cheerful glee around extended family and Ludwig business partners. Noah hardly said more than a few words to his father and their partner and had become good friends with the bartender all weekend. He welcomed returning to Montclair as soon as possible and hoped not much had surfaced in his absence. "Did you do something with your hair?"

[lorelyons]

a closed starter for: sofia @dvrkacademics location: a rehearsal room at the beaumont performing arts hall

playing piano was a stress response, something lore had hoped to leave in the past long ago. and yet, without fail, she'd found herself in the practice rooms in beaumont more times than she could count. it was always the classics, complex pieces that her piano teacher had encouraged her to learn in childhood. and it was always at odd hours - early morning when most people had no business being up, after dinner and after theatre rehearsals had finished up, when the practice rooms with pianos were finally free. the timing was on purpose. she wanted to be alone.

that day was no exception. with all of the stress that had been building since lizzie died, it was no surprise that lore finally reached a breaking point. and so she'd sought out the best tuned piano in the building, going from room to room like goldilocks in search of the setting that was just right. it wasn't a waste of twenty minutes, but instead time well spent. the minute her hands floated over the keys and clair de lune spilled out of her, it was like the rest of the world faded away. for just a moment, things were simple. nothing was on her mind.

but then the final notes of the song faded. and she realized she had company. and even though she wanted to stay in her bubble, to keep playing and ignoring reality, she felt the need to acknowledge her current companion. "sofia," she nodded. "haven't seen you since the party."

[lorelyons]

a closed starter for: junho @fridaynightmuses location: langley library

she hadn't meant to get lost in the stacks, but over an hour after she'd dropped her belongings at her favorite table in langley, lore finally managed to pull herself away from irrelevant texts to focus on the task at hand - research. with the book she needed for her paper finally in her grasp, she was looking forward into collapsing into her chair and knocking out at least five pages. alas, she was only a few feet away from her destination when she spotted someone familiar sitting in the formerly unoccupied space across from her.

junho.

of course.

seeing no elegant way to extract herself from the situation (and why should she! it was her favorite table!), lore decided to suck it up. be the bigger person. ignore the fact that a year ago she'd been delusional enough to not realize she was a rebound until it was entirely too late.

the book she slammed onto the table announced her presence before her words. though her actions didn't match up, when she finally did speak, she was polite.

"mind if i sit?"

[lorelyons]

there was an odd stillness to montclair since lizzie's death, a refusal for life to go back to how it once was now that things had been so thoroughly interrupted. classes continued, social gatherings were held, but there was no fixing what had been broken. lizzie harrington, one of lore's closest friends, was gone. and now? there was a blog popping up, tossing wild accusations at a whopping 36 people.

to surely no one's surprise, lore was a worrier. so as she sat on a bench in the quad, flash cards for her quantum physics class temporarily abandoned at her side, she was ruminating on the blog. the threat. the truth that was out there and the secrets yet to be revealed. what did it mean? who knew what? and did anyone else know about the call lizzie had made to her that night?

lore was so caught up in her thoughts that she almost didn't notice when zora appeared nearby. it was only thanks to the visual cue of the box in the girl's hands that she was able to connect the dots and determine what was on offer.

"don't mind if i do," she answered, popping a light blue treat into her mouth. zora's presence was a welcome distraction, as was the more lighthearted topic. therefore it was easy to manage a smile as she first addressed the question she'd been asked. "nothing terribly exciting going on for me right now, as per usual. i'm hoping your day's been better...?" but back to the more unusual topic. "how do you know that, by the way? the hot dog thing. was that your class ice breaker question, or?"

WHO: @delicateghvsts, @lorelyons, @goodgrac3s, @dvrkacademics, @silknshadows

WHERE: The Montclair Quad

The sun was shining— a welcome sight given the gloom that had settled over the campus since Lizzie's death. The secret blog added fuel to the fire, making the tension in the air palpable. Zora didn’t thrive long in such an environment. Although her slight optimism was met with skepticism, someone needed to find the positive in this situation. “Macaron for your thoughts?” she offered, spotting a familiar figure relaxing on the quad. “They're leftovers from my aerodynamics class. I never knew Professor Blake had such refined tastes, considering their favorite food is hot dogs.” The Australian professor was one of the quirkiest instructors she had encountered in her studies. “How's your day going?”

[lorelyons]

a closed starter for: katherine @goodgrac3s location: the brew house

it definitely wasn't a great plan, but she'd had worse ones. that was what lore had to keep reminding herself, at least, as she grabbed the extra cup of coffee she'd just ordered and approached katherine's table at the brew house. she'd come out swinging, feeling good about things as she made her way closer and closer, but by the time she finally reached the girl, her confidence had dissipated. she didn't seem meek as she spoke up, but the moment had gone a lot better in her head.

"do you want this? i ordered it for a friend who's... uh, not coming anymore." the lie didn't slip easily from her lips, but it came all the same. at some point along the way, she'd learned katherine's coffee order - a useless little habit she had, putting her too strong observational skills to use - and she'd specifically ordered what she knew she'd like with the hope of starting a conversation. "no worries if you don't. just figured i'd ask."

[lorelyons]

it was an odd feeling - being in the middle of a group of friends, but feeling so out of place. lizzie harrington hadn't been gone for long, and yet it had taken no time at all for things to change. for previously solid friendships to start to drift away. for lore herself to begin to shift. she was trying to keep it all together, to keep the parts of herself that had been cultivated both by and for lizzie, but she was already beginning to slip. speaking a little more forcefully in conversation, taking charge in the way that only those she was starting to surround herself with might. it wasn't obvious to most, but to the few who had known her in more than a passing manner before, the change might be noticeable.

she just hadn't pegged marina hawthorn as one of those people. i almost didn't recognize you. one comment and lore's careful smile began to falter. what's that supposed to mean? she wanted to say, the words immediately sounding an alarm. instead, she went with a murmured. "i don't feel so in my element. i'm just... trying."

who: lore @lorelyons where: the brew house

marina had been mostly quiet, her words drifting in and out of the easy conversation shared among friends. there was a part of her that remained a little distant, hovering just outside the moment. it wasn’t intentional, but sitting beside lore made it harder to settle in. when the others wandered off for a moment, leaving the two of them alone, the quiet between them lingered. marina reached for her coffee, wrapping her fingers around the mug as she took a slow, deliberate sip. she finally glanced over, her gaze meeting lore’s with a bit of curiosity. "i almost didn’t recognize you,” she said, her tone light and still innocent enough. “it’s good to see you in your element.”

[lorelyons]

EUPHORIA #2.07 | ‘The Theater and It’s Double’

[lorelyons]

3:17  AM.  lore’s  phone  buzzes.  a  missed  call.  lizzie  harrington.  

[  lola tung.  cis woman.  she/her.  subplot  thirty.  ]  welcome  back  to  montclair  university,  lorelei "lore"  celeste  lyons  !  according  to  your  student  file  you're  a  twenty-one  year  old  junior,  studying  astrophysics & earth and planetary sciences,  and  funny  enough  you  were  voted  most changed  your  senior  year  of  high  school  back  home  in  san francisco, california.  i  can  totally  see  it  with  your  amiable,  passive,  and  insecure  personality  !  but  enough  about  that  —  i  heard  you  were  lizzie  harrington's  devoted follower.  makes  sense  when  you  take  into  consideration  your  status  as  a  legacy  student…  and  the  fact  that  you're  hiding  [REDACTED].  you're  often  seen  at  the sinclair reading room,  and  you  kind  of  embody  wishes on stars, never being satisfied with the image reflected back at you in the mirror, the makeover montage in a romcom, & a satellite orbiting the earth…  not  to  mention  people  always  seem  to  hum  mirrorball  by  taylor swift when  you're  around,  but  you'll  always  be  known  on  campus  as  the marionette  who  enjoys  photography and  has  257  instagram  followers…  good  luck  this  semester  ! [ 📍 pinterest. 🎵 playlist. ]

basics.

full name: lorelei celeste lyons

nickname(s): lore

birthday / age: march 16 / twenty-one

zodiac: pisces

gender & pronouns: cis woman, she/her

sexual orientation: demisexual

relationship status: single

hometown: san francisco, california

languages: english, latin, asl

family: elijah lyons (father), cassandra lyons née fan (mother), lenore "nora" lyons (sister, deceased)

personality.

traits: amiable, bright, dependable, intelligent, insecure, meek, needy, passive

tropes: because you were nice to me, brainy brunette, child prodigy, dark and troubled past, extreme doormat, sibling yin-yang

reference characters: lexi howard from euphoria, gretchen from mean girls (musical movie), heather mcnamara from heathers, rory gilmore from gilmore girls.

history. (death tw)

lorelei celeste lyons was born and raised in san franscisco, california, the second child of a couple of montclair alumni who were both, by all accounts, geniuses. some of the brightest minds their individual hometowns had ever seen, they were not simply intelligent, but also hard working, loving, and somehow always full of joy - truly everything a kid could want in a set of parents.

key word: were.

to be clear, they’re alive. and they’re still geniuses. but when lore was just twelve years old, her family went through something that permanently altered the fabric of their lives - the loss of her older sister.

just sixteen years old, lenore (nora) lyons had been the sun that lore had orbited around her entire life. and then one day, while lore was away at summer camp, she was gone. lore was participating in a young astronauts program for gifted children, immersing herself in the stars when she got the call. a helicopter crash - the moment that her sister had been most looking forward to all summer resulting in her demise. it was an unthinkable tragedy.

somehow, life continued. but things would never be the same. her parents changed, their once happy home now haunted by the ghost of what once had been. and lore changed too. she went into complete self lockdown, her introverted tendencies no longer balanced by her sister’s extrovertedness.

and there she remained, locked away, until her eventual high school best friend plucked her from obscurity and into the limelight.

lore still isn’t sure of exactly how it happened, but one day she was eating lunch in the library alone and studying for her advanced placement classes, and the next she had a roster of new friends, a closet full of new clothes, and a newfound confidence… more or less. she was a good friend to have, the girl who got along with everyone, the girl you went to if you needed a yes-man. and it worked for her. it was enough of an identity to get her through graduation and into the real world.

but not too far into the real world.

the second she got to montclair it was as if all of the progress she'd made over the past few years ceased to exist. she was in a new place where she knew almost no one, and old habits die hard. what could have been a fresh start instead turned into a nightmare situation, with lore barely ever leaving her dorm room. it was when she was on the brink of withdrawal that she was paired with lizzie harrington for a project in one of their geneds. and it was thanks to lizzie, the new sun around which lore quickly began to orbit, that she stayed at montclair.

were they close? lore would say yes. but really, she was too busy chameleoning herself into whatever lizzie needed her to be to notice that she may not have known the girl as well as she thought. their friendship was not without effort, and occasionally lore tried too hard to fit in, but the end of the day lizzie was kind. and there for her. and lore told her things she hadn't told anyone else.

and now she's gone. and lore is spiraling.

if she had picked up the phone when lizzie called, would things have been different? was she the last person lizzie had reached out to that night? it still hasn't fully set in that lizzie is gone, but lore is reminded of it each time she looks at her phone. at social media. at the spots where they used to spend time together. what happened to her? will they ever find out?

currently, lore is too connected to the tragedy (the second loss of a sisterly figure!) to fade into the background, but she desperately wants to avoid any spotlight and revert back to her old ways, mourning in private. her orbit has been interrupted, and it now feels like she's on some sort of collision course, spiraling out of control. what to do? who to be? who is she when she doesn't have someone to model herself after?

with no other options left, it seems like there's no time like the present to find out.

headcanons.

her parents were scholarship students when they were at montclair, but thanks to their work in silicon valley, lore is a legacy student.

a follower. she absorbs the personality traits of those closest to her in order to chameleon herself into their lives. it’s led to a sort of identity crisis nowadays (truly, who is she really?), but she can’t stop. she gets caught in the current of big personalities, feeling safe there.

her home life is complicated, as she feels unable to live up to her sister’s legacy. she feels that she’s a disappointment to her parents. this has resulted in some perfectionistic tendencies.

really just needs to go to therapy tbh.

lore is an excellent piano player. it was one of the things she kept up with from her childhood. she has no interest in creating something new, but she finds the classics to be calming.

lore says that she doesn’t want to go to space because she doubts she could even survive the centrifuge in training, but that’s not the full story. she doesn’t fly. not if she can avoid it, at least. aside from getting to/from montclair, she’s managed to avoid it at all costs. and you expect her to launch herself into SPACE? when success on that is mixed? no way.

lore leaves sports to others, but she enjoys some basic physical activities - taking walks, maybe even running, dancing, etc. but the hand-eye coordination is simply not there for something like volleyball or tennis.

loves romcoms but TERRIBLE at flirting. she has no clue how she’s stumbled into every relationship she’s ever had.

lore finds comfort in the stars because it’s the last thing she can remember about her life before everything changed. if you catch her staring up at the sky, deep in thought… no, you don’t.

very awkward when talking to new people. she’ll think about the missteps she made in conversations for weeks after the fact.

she definitely cried when she heard the mars rover’s last words were “my battery is low and it's getting dark.”

chorus member or pianist in school musicals. yearbook photographer. the one who affirms what people are saying in class discussions rather than contributing thoughts of her own. she’s always present and participating in her own way, but she’s playing a supporting role.

wanted connections.

good / bad influence.

childhood friends / friend of her sister.

a newer friend she might have ditched when lizzie showed interest.

almost friends / people who went were she could not follow (greek life - she tried but didn't get in)

crush / something romantic (or convenient).

more people for her to follow / steal personality traits from!

roommate. she has the money to live alone, but she refuses to do so.

people who do not like her / see right through her / enemies.

stargazing buddy / night owl.

muse / subject of many photos.

taken connections.

ava batista. roommate. they're both focused on their studies, and their apartment is reflective of that - a quiet, drama-free place. lore was aware that ava didn't like lizzie, but that dislike never translated over to lore herself, so all good. even if they'd occasionally spar about it.

cho jun-ho. rebound. though she didn't know she was the rebound, she was smart enough to have eventually figured it out. it's fine. it's not surprising. why go for someone who doesn't know who they are when you could be with a social media starlet with a strong sense of self? she gets it. no hard feelings. it's just... awkward. and has been since things ended last spring.

connor wexley. fellow insomniac / unlikely friend. they haven't had a deep conversation yet, but watch out. when the sun goes down, real feelings come out. it's only a matter of time until they manage to bond.

damien west. bad influence. lore is easily swayed and always feels the need to keep up. put her near damien and it's an instant recipe for disaster (or fun - depends on how you view it)!

estela guzmán. failed follow. lore tried early on, but stela didn't seem to appreciate having someone hang on her every word in the very specific way lore tends to do. lore dating junho was the point of no return. they are not friends.

katherine harrington. follow the leader. lore needs a sun to orient herself towards, and kit burns brightly. there's also some misplaced older sister affection involved, but lore's pretending that doesn't exist. it's giving jenny/blair.

marina hawthorne. sees right through her. they were both close with lizzie, and as a result marina got a front row seat to lore's chameleon-like tendencies. she's made a comment here and there, which normally wouldn't get to lore... but it was enough to keep her from defaulting to following marina after lizzie died.

noah hart. lives that keep intersecting. they met for the first time in san francisco, his grandfather having made a connection with her parents long ago. was the conversation then anything other than basic pleasantries? absolutely not. so when they ran into each other at montclair, things should've stayed pretty surface level, right? wrong! thanks to one drunken night, they ended up spilling their guts to each other, emotional vulnerability that would've never been allowed to see the light of day sober. lore doesn't know how to approach him now.

peyton carter. movie buddy. lore isn't sure how it happened, but they ran into each other at the movies at some point and from there a cute little friendship developed. it's sweet! lore and carter are genuine friends, and lore owes everything she knows about the movies to carter (even if she's terrible with horror).

phoenix moon. hype man. at times, lore can be in desperate need of confidence. just minutes spent in phoenix's presence and lore is standing taller. he's always there to give her advice and to encourage her, and though she's not quite able to provide the same, she always makes sure to be there for him.

sofia nowak. the girl she ditched. it's not often that lore is the one to reject a friendship, but she took for granted the budding friendship she had with sofia freshman year. sofia was there for lore when she was about five seconds away from withdrawing from montclair, but the second lizzie showed interest, lore was the one to pull away. of course, she has no clue that sofia's mom was the one insisting they be friends, as she's trying to buy out the lyons' startup.

zora ellison. close friend. there was no world in which they wouldn't have been close. it's thanks to lizzie that they got to know each other, but with such similar majors they were always on a collision course. NASA-bound girls in STEM need to stick together, and they're like two peas in a pod.

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can we all pretend i didn't say that and instead said something much cooler and more interesting also

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🌠 lore lyons. 21. astrophysics & earth and planetary sciences. the marionette. subplot 30.

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