materxnatura | GLOOMY DUCHESS
SYLVANA KNOWS this presence immediately to be sheogorath. firstly, because even when she was a mere archmage of winterhold her senses were heightened – to be a duchess of dementia is another realm of senses entirely. secondly, she can pick out body language and voice cadence like a machine. and so when she does look up, only a mild shock graces her crimson gaze. it’s as though he’s merely switched hair colors, and not whole bodies. her attention half-draws back to the spell equations beneath the point of her quill.
‘ no, i don’t believe so, ’ she replies in her slow, apathetic monotone. ‘ should my sister and i be flattered by the race you’ve chosen as your new form? or is there some other motivation we have yet to hear about that i am sure you are bursting at the seams to tell me. ’
A MOMENT PASSES where the dunmer simply looks at the other, all furrowed brow and pursed lips as her hands fold under her chin in a thoughtful gesture. the little tabby housecat then gets lifted into the daedra lord’s lap, a now feminine but still accented voice cooing into its face. ‘ she’s SASSING us, isn’t she? yes, she is! she is! isn’t it adorable? ’ she leans forward to kiss the little cat’s face, much to the feline’s disgruntlement. ‘ think she should watch her TONE sometimes, don’t you? never know what mood she’ll catch us in... oh nooo no no... ’
the familiar accent of the madgod then vanishes with every syllable as her voice gets quieter. lower in tone, a little husky, as if she’s not used it in a while. the cat gets graciously puts down as ruby gaze lifts up to the duchess, amused yet slightly insulted.
‘ not everything is about YOU, my sweet little duchess. this form is neither NEW nor chosen. it’s me. it’s always been me, before i was HIM. i’ve missed being MYSELF, is all. and you... ’ a slender hand is gestured in sylvana’s direction. ‘ ...were overdue this introduction. after all, you sit on a throne I once owned. ’
