momento mori

NICKNAMES:  swan ZODIAC:  aquarius (capri-aqua cusp) HEIGHT:  5′1 TIME:  11:34pm FAVORITE BAND / ARTIST:  right now it’s beartooth lmao SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD:  find yourself — blessthefall LAST MOVIE I SAW:  UH LAST THING I GOOGLED: diablo 3 eternal collection for pc (which doesn’t fucking exist for some reason) OTHER BLOGS:   none at the moment, other than my personal DO I GET ASKS:  not really but ngl it’s no big WHY DID I CHOOSE MY URL:  it means “weeping” in latin, and is a reference to the title given to mary, “our lady of sorrows”. it is also the title of a hymnal, lacrimosa, which is part of the dies irae sequence — dies irae meaning “day of wrath”. for me, personally, and lenora’s characterization, it’s representative of the sorrow in an eternal war with not only the physical realm, but with her own being. AVERAGE AMOUNT OF SLEEP: like, roughly 4-12 depending lmao WHAT I’M WEARING: leggings and a sweater DREAM JOB:  vet tech, or ngl a juvenile psychiatrist!!!!! DREAM TRIP:  i wanna go back to florence, italy :C FAVORITE FOOD:  i run solely on caffeine and unbridled angst PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS: i semi-remember how to play flute! EYE COLOR:  green HAIR COLOR: kinda brownish blondish red ... it’s ombre teal right now LANGUAGES YOU SPEAK: english and french MOST ICONIC SONG:  uh the morrowind theme duh RANDOM FACT:  i NEVER got sick until i started working retail DESCRIBE YOURSELF AS AESTHETIC THINGS: spell bottles, tarot cards, the soft goth aesthetique, dusty rose matte lipstick, scent of ozone, pages and pages of dnd ref sheets

TAGGED BY: i stole it

FACE CLAIM :   astrid berges-frisbey NAME : lenora naida amell AGE :  18 (da:o) ; 28 ( da:i ) ; 32 ( post-trespasser ) HEIGHT :  5′8 without boots SPECIES :  elf-blooded human GENDER :  cis female NATIONALITY :  free marcher BIRTHDAY : 18 justinian SUN SIGN :  gemini RESIDENCE :  traveling ; vigil’s keep ; occasionally weisshaupt MARITAL STATUS :  single ALIGNMENT :  chaotic good/chaotic neutral flux DRINK :  red merlot FOOD : figs, apples, raspberries — really any fruit DAY OR NIGHT :  day SNACKS :  orlesian bon-bons PET :  twinkles the mabari ; ithica, a raven ; may or may not have been recently offered a juvenile griffon COLOR :  rose red, peach, muted navy blue, silver FLOWER :  wildflowers SEXUALITY :  demiromantic grey-ace BODY TYPE :  tall, pear-shaped, athletic EYE COLOR : blue-green, yellow surrounding the pupil HAIR COLOR : brown

HE LOOKS SO SAD IN THE SECOND PIC PLEASE KISS HIM FOR ME

starter for @lacrimcsa​

Andros tilted his head, watching the Warden with a questioning eyes. He continued to stare for a moment before calling the barkeep over to send him a drink. A normal person would have sent the warden a drink, but Andros had little money. And no care for anyone. But uh. Himself.

He trudged over a moment later, placing his tankard on the table and sitting with her and her friends or whatever those were called.

“You will let me join you. I am Andros. Do not ask my last name. I will work for free.”

HER WHOLE BODY JOLTS in surprise, and confusion ( admittedly ). she blinks thrice, mouth agape, brow knit deeply. the warden cannot even object to — whatever the VOID is happening. she brings her glass of wine to her lips, tips her head back, and drains it all. truly and wholly, she doesn’t care what his name is: in fact, many under her command have only given aliases.