The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[The Iron Bull]

The imisy minotaur looks around, his expression making his amazement and relief extremely clear despite the layer of 'dumbstruck disbelief' atop it all. "I-- this-- This is--" He gives up after a half dozen attempts at describing what he's seeing, instead just sweeping his hand out in a broad and strangely eloquent gesture. Never been here, never seen this room before but it feels just like Coquette's side room. Warm. Soothing. Welcoming. Home.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"This is your inner world. The more time you spend here, the bigger it will get. We have a whole mansion now, with gardens."

[The Iron Bull]

This is the weirdest fucking... Snorting softly, Bull very deliberately decides to stop questioning any of this. Doesn't matter if this is a dream, if he's developed the same deal as Coquette or whatever is going on. It's peace. It's companionship. It's relief and healing. It's enough that is is. 

"Nifty." Grinning, Bull grabs a padded stool he couldn't swear wasn't there the whole time and drags it over the table. Sitting, he pours himself some tea and gives it a curious sniff. "How long to make a work-out room appear,  you think?" he asks idly, not noticing how the battle-torn, blood stained armour he also hadn't noticed he was wearing in the first place is slowly, imperceptibly, fading into normal clothing.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric laughs, low and sensual. "I don't know, man, this is your head. Gods above. I've really left my head haven't I? Either this is the most elaborate dream in the universe, or I reached some new level of crazy...  Or somehow... I have found something. Some.... New thing."

[The Iron Bull]

"Does it matter?" Bull asks with a shrug. "I just want to sit here, sip this surprisingly palatable tea and talk with someone that hasn't tortured me and isn't someone that might sell me out for an extra ration."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...are you.... Real?" Asks Cedric, slowly. "Tell me something Bull knows but I don't."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull blinks slowly, head cocking to the side. "Huh? How could you not know what... Whatever. Uh. Like something trivia like? A proper straight-flight hunting arrow should have feathers no wider than a quarter inch and no longer than three?" 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I don't know the first thing about..."

Cedric pauses, paling and looking a bit stricken. "This... is real? I... I found you? You should know, we're coming to rescue you, only, we got a little held up, but, we have a plan..."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull lowers his head, hands flexing at his sides as he tries to stay even-keeled. "If you don't know, then you could just be lying to yourself, making shit up," he says tersely. "Can't know what you don't know." Don't give me hope dammit. Hope can give you strength but only until it splinters. Then it just makes you fall even harder.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric shakes his head. "If I'm crazy I'm crazy, but-- we should never have left you. I wanted to go back right away but we're pregnant. So you gotta hold out until we have the kid and can come get you. I.. I'm going to have to go away soon, but I wanted to make sure the baby was okay before I dipped."

[The Iron Bull]

"Not like I can go anywhere," Bull says gruffly, still visibly tense. "...baby? he finally relents to ask.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I guess I didn't tell you. Sometimes we can hear a baby crying in Little Bitch's room. She doesn't let us get near the baby, but I peep in every so often to make sure she's okay. And she's gone missing. So has Little Bitch. Unless she really did turn into Sweetheart. It's getting hard to keep track of everyone."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull opens his mouth, pauses, then lifts a single finger. He turns his head to frown deeply at the tea cup in his hand, an expression of overdone focus forming. It squirms disquietingly for four seconds, then turns into an ale stein the size of Cedric's head. "Fuck, that worked," he mutters before gulping away.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric grimaces. "I'm really no good at explaining anything, I wish Cindy were here."

[The Iron Bull]

Work mediation and shit just for this, Bull muses as he continues to drain his endless stein. Finally coming up for air, he looks at Cedric. "Okay, let's start small. Baby. Baby is new, uh, alter or like... You know, a new meat and blood person-person."