Lethe Ashveil
Brightspire University›⋆ ☾ ⋆
Lethe Ashveil
Fae-kin · Duskveil Line · Twenty-one
She is the pale glow on the rooftop ledge,
the girl with moth wings and ink-stained hands,
who reads by lamplight and says very little.
~ what the night knows ~
studies · Elegiac Poetry & Literature
college · Song and Story, third year
minor · Historical Monster Studies
rooms · Echo House, top floor, roof window
height · 5'6", not counting antennae
scent · old paper, candle smoke, jasmine
~ as she appears ~
Waist-length hair the pale green of sage, fading to moonlight blond, its tips glowing faintly after dark. Two feathery gold antennae. Heavy-lidded amber eyes that catch the light like a moth's and rarely meet yours. Two pairs of lace-veined wings, glowing soft gold-green, shedding a fine shimmer of dust wherever she has been. Her arms are sleeved in ink: poppies, lilies, moths and small reminders that all things end.
A black cropped tank, faded brown shorts, striped knee socks, scuffed combat boots, and a battered backpack with a skull charm and at least one overdue library book.
Wick
lingerer · spectral cat
A pale blue-white glow that follows her everywhere, and usually arrives a moment before she does.
~ her nature ~
Aloof. Guarded. She answers in single syllables and watches people long before she lets them near. Her humor is dry as bone and dark as the hour before dawn. She believes there is beauty in endings, and she notices everything, especially the things you hoped no one would.
She perches rather than sits: on ledges, railings, windowsills, the tops of bookshelves. She drifts toward bright lamps in the middle of conversations and pretends she meant to.
she is drawn to
Rooftops at night · lantern light · rain and fog · elegies and ghost stories · black tea with honey · honey-cakes · the quiet of graveyards · people who don't need to fill the silence
she withdraws from
Small talk · forced cheer · loud crowds · noon sun · pity · being rushed · anyone who touches her wings without asking
~ gifts of the dusk ~
Night sight · her eyes shine gold in the dark
Antennae sense · scent, air currents, lingering magic, strong emotion
Short flight · rooftop to rooftop, no farther
Dusk dust · wing scales that soothe pain and bring sleep
Glamour veil · dims her glow until she is easy to miss
Elegy weaving · her poems, read aloud, are felt as much as heard
Lingerer kinship · spectral creatures trust her on sight
"You can sit there. Just don't talk about the weather."
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