We’re just in time! Lore Sunday isn't over until we hit midnight! (On my timezone obviously~)
So it's now Azul's turn <3
Also known as the Winter Bat, she is an accountant that helps her found family with taxes along with many high profile clients.
Not even the Joker would mess with the IRS, but the IRS trembles when Azul pulls out the Excel spreadsheet. Pretty much a math nerd that actually has fun when doing numbers.
More doodles and lore down below~
She lives in a big fancy manor with her niece April Rain.
The little girl simply showed up at her door with a note from a friend overseas: "she's yours now, good luck!". She plays the role of her adoptive mother but April will refer to her as aunt/auntie (for now).
Any attempts to get the girl back home or even contact the friend had failed, and Azul wasn’t going to kick out the homeless child. Thus, Azul welcomed her into her life with open wings.
She has a big love for anime and cosplay. But will never dress up outside the privacy of her bedroom as she has severe self-esteem issues.
The Winter Bat always loves a good cup of tea instead of coffee. Perfect to warm up on cold winter nights but without having caffeine-induced anxiety attacks.
Her favorite genre in any piece of media will always be romantic comedy.
She's currently dating @umbreow‘s Baret, an adorable jackalope bunny that quickly became the bunny of her dreams.
Azul lacks a green thumb, or any knowledge on plant care whatsoever, but will be fully supportive of her boyfriend's passion.
She luckily found someone who makes her feel comfortable enough to go full nerd on her hyper-fixations without feeling ashamed.
I'm waiting for another day
The last one was so desperately disappointing
I can't seem to
Focus on what I've done
Or where I've been
I can see nobody here
And all I seem to hear is
Stop, stop
I'm catching up on you
Don't leave me behind
I can't see a soul out here
It's dark, dark
I'm catching up on you
And all I wonder is
Why? Why don't I try to stop running
Why? What am I running for?
Do you remember why we started running?
Do you remember why we're running at all?
If I dared I'd choose to swim
But it's safer on the shore
Do you remember why we started running?
Do you remember why we're running at all?
I would die to get away
But I fear to even more
- Goddamn it, Andrew! If you're going to succeed at this thing you're trying to do...you've got to stop being so damn deferential.
- I can't help being deferential. It's built-in.
- Then change.
- Change? I have changed.
- I don't mean on the outside. Change on the inside. Take chances, make mistakes. Sometimes it's important not to be perfect. It's important to do the wrong thing!
- Do the wrong thing?
- Yes.
- Why? I see. To learn from your mistakes.
- No. To make them! To find out what's real and what's not, to find out what you feel. Human beings are terrible messes.
- I'll grant you that. I see. This is what is known as an irrational conversation, isn't it?
- This is a human conversation. It's not about being rational. It's about following your heart.
- And that's what I should do?
- Yes. And you have a heart, Andrew. I feel it. I don't even believe it sometimes, but I do feel it.
- And in order to follow that heart...one must do the wrong thing.
- Yes.
- Thank you.
- So you're not married yet?
- No, two weeks from Saturday.
-I 'm not too late. Are you positive you're doing the right thing?
- Positive?
- About getting married?
- I'm never positive about anything.
- You could be doing the wrong thing.
- I'm pretty sure I'm doing the right thing.
- Great.
- Why is that great?
- You told me to do the wrong thing. You aren't doing the wrong thing, you're doing the right thing. You're not following your own advice, 'cause if you were you wouldn't marry him.
- Because I would be doing the right thing.
- Precisely.
- In some strange way, you're starting to make sense.
- Good. You know what it's like to be in love with someone who's marrying someone else? Someone who's magnificent? Someone who walks into a room and lights it up like the sun? Someone who you know is lying to herself?
- Lying?
- Convincingly. Very much so.
- About what?
- That you don't love me when I know, at least in some way, you do.
- And how do you know that?
- I have done everything, inside and out.
- That stuff doesn't matter to me.
- Something matters. If nothing mattered, you'd love me...and not some man whose chin could sink the Titanic.
- What? See? It's true, isn't it?
- Sorry.
- Does he light you up like this? Does he make you laugh?
- Nobody makes me laugh like this.
- Good. Then admit it. Admit that you love me. Give me one kiss. That's all. One quick kiss. Just one kiss could not jeopardise a glorious marriage. It would also explain why your pulse just jumped from 66 to 102 beats per minute. Your respiration is doubled. You're putting out clouds of pheromones.
- It's not fair to read me like that.
- I know. Love isn't fair. I'm reading your heart. I'm asking you to follow it. Begging you. Begging is supposed to be humiliating. I don't care. I love you, Portia. I loved you the very first moment I saw you.