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by There was nothing Adelheid loved quite as much as coming back into the suite she shared with her wife. Her job was filled with chaos and violence, it was nice to simply come home and be at peace. As soon as she closed the door behind her, she was greeted with the comforting aroma of lavender and brewing tea. Sighing happily, she shed her coat and took off her hat.
If you didnt know you were in Hotel Valhalla, you probably wouldve thought you just strolled into a midcentury apartment on the Upper West Side. The view outside the windows changed every day - sometimes a Nordic fjord, a geyser in Iceland, German forests... Other times it was more urban, with a panoramic view over 50s Boston or Central Park. Either way, both women were reminded of their epoch and their lineage with a simple glance out the window.
The rest of the apartment wouldve made any real estate agent fawn. Of course, it was not decked out in gold and diamonds, but it had a wood-paneled library, a large fireplace, classic moldings, and a beautiful yet cozy bedroom hallway. Both Dorothy and her had their own closets filled with 40s and 50s fashion. Adelheid walked through the double doors into the living room and sat down in one of the couches in front of the piano.
"Dorothy? Are you home, my love?" she asked, rubbing a foot. Work had kept her busy all day, rescuing heroic souls and serving food at mealtimes. Plating for einherjar was not an easy job, they just couldnt keep themselves from brawling and fighting.
But now she was home. Maybe she would take a bath, or at the very least massage her sore legs.
If you didnt know you were in Hotel Valhalla, you probably wouldve thought you just strolled into a midcentury apartment on the Upper West Side. The view outside the windows changed every day - sometimes a Nordic fjord, a geyser in Iceland, German forests... Other times it was more urban, with a panoramic view over 50s Boston or Central Park. Either way, both women were reminded of their epoch and their lineage with a simple glance out the window.
The rest of the apartment wouldve made any real estate agent fawn. Of course, it was not decked out in gold and diamonds, but it had a wood-paneled library, a large fireplace, classic moldings, and a beautiful yet cozy bedroom hallway. Both Dorothy and her had their own closets filled with 40s and 50s fashion. Adelheid walked through the double doors into the living room and sat down in one of the couches in front of the piano.
"Dorothy? Are you home, my love?" she asked, rubbing a foot. Work had kept her busy all day, rescuing heroic souls and serving food at mealtimes. Plating for einherjar was not an easy job, they just couldnt keep themselves from brawling and fighting.
But now she was home. Maybe she would take a bath, or at the very least massage her sore legs.
