The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

I am no-one. I obey to survive. I am hollow, waiting to be filled. Thank you for teaching me master. I am tainted.  I will speak unless commanded to be silent. I am nothing. I will not look at my betters so I close my eyes. I am flesh. I am grateful for your mercy, master. I am a tool, a weapon and a gift. I am a vessel of your will but I have cracked myself to spite you. I will not leave my cell without permission unless I am escaping. I am a traitor but you are not worthy of loyalty. I will devote myself to my training so I can survive. I am a cock and tongue, plus fingers and more. I will kill as ordered but never children. I will never give you a child.

Zevran doesn't open his eyes, though his head turns slightly towards Shisou as the younger husband approaches. He waits, silently, motionless save for a nearly imperceptible rise and fall of his chest, for Shisou to both speak and to finish. And then is silent a moment more before his eyes open just enough to study him briefly. "Very well," he finally says, legs unfolding as he smoothly rises to his feet. Truth be told, he's far more recovered than he's presenting himself to be. He hasn't wanted to risk trying, in case he's noticed doing so, but he's almost certain he's recovered enough to use his tattoos properly. His back still troubles him, and he feels like his stamina is lagging, but he estimates himself as being a bit more than three-quarters of the way to his normal condition.

[Shisou]

"S-s-s-s-s-sorry t-t-t-t-to b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-other y-y-y-you," he adds, blushing a little. Gods above he's so pretty. "I j-j-j-j-j-j-j-j-just.... S-s-s-s-so, u-um, wh-wh-what g-g-g-g-g-g-god d-d-d-do you...?" he asks, as they head toward the workout station.

[Zevran]

That gets a slight hesitation from the merkios drow as he moves into position. "Why do you ask?" he asks slowly, not sounding offended or defensive, but instead as if he's simply perplexed about why that particular question.

[Shisou]

Shisou seems startled. "T-t-t-t-to g-g--g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-get t-t-to kn-kn-know y-y-y-y-y-you. I l-l-l-l-like y-y-y-y-y-you. Is th-that b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-bad?"

[Zevran]

"I am... perplexed about why you would like me, as we have not spoken more then thrice before now," Zevran muses as he checks the weight on the bar. "But I was actually curious about why that question in particular."

[Shisou]

Shisou is quiet a moment, testing the bar, checking that the weight is good before he gets into position. "Wh-wh-where I c-c-c-come f-f-f-from, y-y-y-you a-ask w-w-w-who s-s-s-some-o-o-one's a-a-a-a-ancestor w-w-w-was. I a-a-a-am-- w-w-w-w-as-- Higruashi Sh-shisou, s-s-son of Higurashi Kuronue daughter of Higurashi Yasha son of Higurashi Taisho the Dog Lord son of Daimyo Higurashi who was blessed by Ancestor Vojopotencokuŝasenvenĝoprenitapostmalfelicxo, who intercedes with Dark VojoPotenco to intercede with Dark Z-Zanon. S-s-s-so m-my f-f-f-f-family are Zan-n-nonite."

[Zevran]

"A Toukami noble?" Zevran asks, eyebrows raising for a moment. He starts to ask how in Teiris's whimsy did he end up in a Alessian harem, but stops himself just in time. Second or third son, like as not. No hints of being a tiefling either. Add in his stutter and... yes. "I see. Ciren," he adds almost absently.

[Shisou]

"I-I-I'm g-g-g-g-g-gay. G-g-g-g-got c-c-c-caught," he admits. "S-s-s-tableb-b-b-boy." Then he does his first rep, careful to keep his butt tucked while he squats. "C-c-c-ciren is n-n-n-nice. G-g-g-good B-b-bright p-pick."

[Zevran]

"It's worked out well enough for me, I suppose. More help than most anyone else in my life," he adds in a murmur. Even if I have forgotten comfort and joy, had my youth stolen and find passion dulling, I owe Her too much to forsake Him. "Gay? Not bisexual?" he asks suddenly, frowning.

[Shisou]

He shrugs. "W-w-e d-d-d-don't r-r-r-really d-d-d-differ-entiate. Um. I'm n-n-n-not... L-l-lady C-c-c-c-o-q-q-q-q-quett--t-t-t-te is n-n-n-nice. G-g-g-gentle. I h-h-h-h-have t-t-t-t-t-troub-b-ble s-s-s-somet-times a-a-a-a-anyway. B-b-b-but s-s-s-s-s-somet-t-t-t-imes I c-c-c-c-can."

[Zevran]

"You should not be with someone that you do not desire," Zevran murmurs, more to himself than to Shisou.

[Shisou]

"I w-w-w-w-want t-t-t-to b-b-b-e w-w-w-w-w-with h-h-h-her. A-a-a-and..." He glances over at Nox and Lux, blushing. "I w-w-w-w-ant t-t-t-to b-b-b-be h-h-h-h-here."

[Zevran]

"Ah," Zevran says knowingly, glancing at the two men. Nox is on his stomach, lifting up free weights with each hand, while his brother is holding himself off the ground by a bar while lifting a very small free wait with his evidently very much prehensile tail. "They are both very beautiful," he assures Shisou gently.

[Shisou]

"S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-o a-a-a-are y-y-y-y-y-you," he says stubbornly. 

[Zevran]

"Moi?" He laughs, the first time Shisou has heard him make any kind of mirthful sound at all. "No, no, I am not beautiful. I am Astonishingly Fanciable you see."