#lenore.

WHY IS IT THAT her heart lurched in her chest -- when she had seen that he somehow made it in their walls? the very man that called her mom in the center of the town square like they really had known each other all their lives. she had tried to shrug it off as simple memory issues, but as of late, she'd come to wonder if there was something more to it. like there had been wool pulled over her eyes, the very crevices of her life hidden behind a haze. she had to know. one of the first feelings of warmth she had felt in her chest in what felt like a lifetime. it's why she feels compelled to pull him aside, finger rising slowly to her lips. don't say a word. she waits until their solace is ensured. slowly her hand falls back to her side again, wide eyes returning to normalcy before she speaks. " you called me mom. " lenore eventually speaks, something almost breaking in her throat as she speaks -- a far cry from her usual firm and militant speech. if she's honest with herself, it broke something open within her that she hadn't understood or felt for a very, very long time. she knows she's felt it before -- but when? " i don't understand it, i don't know why. but i haven't stopped thinking about it since you did. " her breath hitches, as if she's trying to keep it together. it wasn't just a simple slip of the tongue. it was more than that. if she didn't get an answer, it may just eat her alive. " ....why did you do that? "

"we... we could be like sisters," lenore told her. "if you are okay with that. it would mean a lot to me to have someone close."

LENORE RAVENCROFT, isn’t rude to ask a young woman her age?, the youngest daughter to a vampire couple. she is a musician at heart and apothecary. doesn’t typically let people know where she is from or who she is related to due to everyone (in darkrun at least) knowing that the ravencroft’s were once a family of savage vampires that would kill just about anyone for their blood. she only feeds on criminals and the lowest of the low.

Lenore loves to read, play her guitar, work with herbs like her momma, and sing!

THERE IS SOMETHING PEACEFUL about the very early hours of the morning. when nothing is expected of her -- despite finding some amount of comfort in the ebb and flow of routine. however, she's been questioning this lately: is she truly in control? but, she always inevitably shakes it off. there is too much to do in such little time -- and the clock continues to tick. perhaps it's why she takes whatever time she can get now, to try to quiet her active mind. what she doesn't expect, is to have company as she stops to breathe on her early morning run. " private kennedy. " the lieutenant addresses her with a respectful nod. lenore is respectful of all of the privates -- and she sees everyone within the ranks of the army as an equal, even if she's been trained not to vocalize it. " what are you doing out here so early? i'm usually alone out here at this hour. " as she speaks, the woman places her hands at her side in an attempt to catch her breath. it's not accusatory at all, just genuinely curious.