The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

Zevran's fingers still for a second. "Because you would not exist without it?" he says lightly, none of the emotions in his eyes showing in his voice. "Because surely not all of it was bad?"

[Shisou]

"Not... all," she says, slowly. "But... I have made a deal with Raplin. I had sort of assumed... I do not think Lady Coquette is interested in me any longer, not in this form, and, well... after what I did..."

[Zevran]

Zevran blinks a few times. "Coquette is bisexual?" he says slowly, sounding confused. "And I rather suspect, though I cannot be sure of course, that the change of form will actually help with... healing from what Vari-bitch did to you both." And what of me?

[Shisou]

"She was previously..." Shiori hesitates, looking away. "I got the sense that... being with Varisia was not her... was not her choice. And she certainly seemed far more enamored with the men than with... was that wrong, to think such?"

[Zevran]

"I do not think that one's eagerness- or lack there of- to be with Vari-bitch is a good indicator of one's interest in the feminine," Zevran says with great aplomb. "Coquette's greater interest and affection towards her husbands has far more to do with them being loving, wonderful people than our cocks." Zevran shrugs a little, thumb kneading the delicate bone behind Shiori's ear with great care. "Regardless of her attraction to you, she still loves you. Of that, I am certain."

[Shisou]

A tear slides down Shiori's face, but she takes a moment to compose herself before asking, quietly, "and you? Do you...?"

[Zevran]

"If anything, my feelings have only grown," Zevran says softly, a wan but honest smile forming. "How could they not be more, when you are more than you were? More you than you were. It... My heart sings to see how much comfortable you are as yourself, in your skin."

[Shisou]

"Will you... come with me? To Toukami, to found my House?"

[Zevran]

Zevran blinks, then grimaces. "...you don't remember," he realizes, eyes closing. Fuck. Fuck. "We-- I spoke of our plans, while you-- before you were healed but-- I should have realized you wouldn't have really..." He swallows, wincing again as he realizes his babbling has already given an answer of sorts. Although... "But... Hmmm."

[Shisou]

"I don't.... my life before the fleshcrafting feels... surreal. Distant. Like it happened to someone else, or perhaps in a very detailed dream. I forget things. I don't.... I have a hazy recollection that you were going to... somewhere.... to hide? Ah, perhaps it's best if I don't know. If Varisia gets to me...."

[Maeve]

Maeve, having been trying to give the two mortals some space to talk out their futures, frowns and clears her throat. "Just the recent life? Or all of it?"

[Shisou]

She hesitates, thinking it over. "all... of it?"

[Maeve]

That gets a sharp breath sucked past Maeve's teeth, and a look of concern. "That... shouldn't be a result of the fleshcrafting. At all." Her frown deepens then and she looks off to the side. "I need to speak with Dau." Pulling up a smile, she presses a kiss to Shiori's forehead, then glances at Zevran. "Can you..?"

"I will ensure she finishes rising," he promises, nodding.

[Shisou]

Shiori lets out a whimper, but only a small one. Then she pulls back, toward Zevran, wanting physical contact from someone when Maeve leaves if not from Maeve. 

[Zevran]

Zevran wraps her in a hug, resting a good third of his body stop hers as they lounge on the wonderfully soft moss covered branch, warm water covering most of their bodies. "Talk to me?" he asks softly. "About anything of your past. Your childhood, our dates, anything at all."