Ulla answers the door in her aquatic form, slithering on her long black
eel's tail, an octopus perched on her shoulder.
"Thank you for coming," she tells him. She'll reach up to rest a hand over
one of Hjerte's tentacles. "This is Hjerte. He's my duet partner, and
it's probably simplest to think of him as... a part of me, rather than a
creature or a separate person. We're two sides of one coin."
Hjerte chimes in with a quiet, "Hello."
Her cabin is an indoor beach, a narrow strip of dark gray sand half taken
up by a modified wheelchair and a floating tub of water. Beside the door
is a ramp (covered in an ocean-themed mosaic, the colors ranging from deep
and dark at the bottom to filtered sunlight at the top) up to a balcony
that plays home to a harp, a reading lamp, and a pair of comfortable
armchairs. And a brand new set of french doors in a wall of windows leading
into what seems like a small stone beach cottage.
Armand just nods in return to the greeting. It doesn't really matter to him if Hjerte is separate or part of Ulla: his antipathy would be the same either way.
He takes in the cabin. His neutral expression can conceal a lot of emotions, though currently it's an accurate enough reflection. He sees it all, but it doesn't provoke any particular feeling. It looks like a place a person has chosen to live.
"Your cabin is nice," he says, politely, as he goes to take a seat on the balcony. He can do meaningless pleasantries with the best of them, no matter what some people have suggested.
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Re: Private | Voice
Date: 2025-03-23 03:46 am (UTC)Ulla answers the door in her aquatic form, slithering on her long black eel's tail, an octopus perched on her shoulder.
"Thank you for coming," she tells him. She'll reach up to rest a hand over one of Hjerte's tentacles. "This is Hjerte. He's my duet partner, and it's probably simplest to think of him as... a part of me, rather than a creature or a separate person. We're two sides of one coin."
Hjerte chimes in with a quiet, "Hello."
Her cabin is an indoor beach, a narrow strip of dark gray sand half taken up by a modified wheelchair and a floating tub of water. Beside the door is a ramp (covered in an ocean-themed mosaic, the colors ranging from deep and dark at the bottom to filtered sunlight at the top) up to a balcony that plays home to a harp, a reading lamp, and a pair of comfortable armchairs. And a brand new set of french doors in a wall of windows leading into what seems like a small stone beach cottage.
"We can sit on the balcony."
Re: Private | Voice
Date: 2025-04-12 06:46 pm (UTC)He takes in the cabin. His neutral expression can conceal a lot of emotions, though currently it's an accurate enough reflection. He sees it all, but it doesn't provoke any particular feeling. It looks like a place a person has chosen to live.
"Your cabin is nice," he says, politely, as he goes to take a seat on the balcony. He can do meaningless pleasantries with the best of them, no matter what some people have suggested.