The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I know you wouldn't," she says quietly, and she shifts over onto his arm, laying her head on his shoulder gently. This close, she's warm, and she smells a little like vanilla -- the body wash Varisia picked out for her, but she's kept it, and it does compliment her natural scents nicely. 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull, to be honestly frank, smells like mammal and sweat. Not stale sweat, thankfully, he's far from rank, but it's clear he doesn't use a scent to clean. And... perhaps hasn't been cleaning himself up all that well recently. Looking up at him so closely, she can see the dark skin around his eyes despite the fur there. There's a dullness to his horns as well, someone that wasn't true even when he was a pit fighter. But he's so very solid underneath and around her, so warm and, surprisingly, the fur on his chest, stomach and thighs is actually very soft. It's certainly fur, properly fur, almost closer to a feline's than a bovine's, rather than hair.

A sigh slips from him as she presses close, and he shudders. "I was so scared I'd lost you," he confesses, his free hand tentatively coming up to cradle the back of her head.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Because of the baby?" she asks quietly. "Or because of Sia?"

[The Iron Bull]

"Both." A short pause. "And more again the later because of the former. Or... or maybe the opposite. It's all muddled up. If-- Lux can heal. Prayer type healing, I mean. Not-- not a lot. But-- But enough to keep... Enough for the healer to get here." He shudders again. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Was I in that much danger?" she asks quietly. And how strange would it be to just... snuff out? Without even knowing how I died?"

[The Iron Bull]

"I-- yeah, I think so. I don't..." He swallows a little, feeling sick as echoes of panicked screams sound in his mind. He takes a minute to hold her close, to draw in her scent, the soft texture of her hair, the cool smoothness of her skin. "You bled... so much," he finally whispers. The healer... all three of them agreed that you need to wait a year, safer with two, before having another child. But that it would be safe to do so then."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...maybe I wasn't meant to have children. Or maybe... Maybe something about being Multiple changes things. Maybe it's because it was Little B, and she's... in our shared space, she's smaller. Maybe she wasn't prepared. Maybe..."

[The Iron Bull]

"Cindy? Love?" Bull tugs her hair gently, prompting her to tilt her head back. "Stop it." To stop her automatic protest, he bends his neck and kisses her gently.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Oh," she says quietly, and giving a happy little sigh, she snuggles in closer to him. "Okay. This is nice too."

[The Iron Bull]

"It really is," Bull agrees as he pulls the arm underneath her in tighter. He fumbles briefly, then gingerly rests his hand on her hip, relaxing when she just hums wordless consent to the touch. "We can talk more in the morning. Or... whatever time it'll be in eight or ten hours." What day is it even?

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Okay," she says quietly. "Okay."

And soon she is fast asleep. 

Bull is shaken awake before he's had enough rest, though in hindsight he'd forgive Cedric that. "Bull," the lad says urgently. "Bull. Where's the baby?" 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull growls, a deep, grunting sound, and pries one eye open. Mostly open. Open a little. "D'nchu lot 'alk ch'uh'er?" He twists his mouth, swallowing twice to try and clear things up enough to talk right. "'s fine. Lu'n 'ox're tak'in turns with'er. Dick's prolly too 'posing more po'tree."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes, but where? The girls have gone mental, they're cooing and giggling, I don't understand anything, I just want to thrust the baby at them and go back to sleep."

[The Iron Bull]

"Nurs'ry?" Bull hazzards, not seeing why the twins would have moved their new daughter anywhere else. "Jus' ignore'em. Or join in."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You don't understand, they're-- they're making gooshy noises and squealing, I don't think any of that's even words. Except the word 'baby', over and over. I don't understand and I don't like it and maybe if I give them the baby they'll stop. I don't know which way the nursery is. I was asleep while you picked out which room to put it in."