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Her name is Eleanor Lamb, and in any universe, Elizabeth is in love with her.
In one world, she is kind to a fault, always forgiving, always giving. Elizabeth keeps her safe, for even outside of Rapture, someone so good will be eaten alive.
In another world, she’s flint-sharp and greedy, hands on Elizabeth’s waist and hunger in her voice. She does such terrible things to sate herself, and Elizabeth lets her. Indulges, hedonistically, in being monstrous.
In another world, she’s only Eleanor, gentle but strong, selfless and selfish, not a savior nor a devil but overwhelmingly human, entirely Elizabeth’s.