The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[The Iron Bull]

"Given my spread hand can damn near cover her from hip to hip, I'm thinking finesse in there ain't gonna work. So..." Making a face, he gives the newly wrapped hilt a firm tug, then moves towards the patient. No different than a cow. Well, errr, maybe horse. Yeah, not cow or pig, people get touchy about those. Okay. Okay.

[Coquette Blacquin]

I'm sorry, mumbles Cedric, and he feels... smaller. not younger, but diminished, ashamed. I'll help.

[The Iron Bull]

Huh? Sorry for what? Ain't nothing you needed doing, it's me that's being a damned hothouse flower about all this, Bull points out as he kneels down. But, uh, tell you what; a distraction could be good. Tell me about this Mel of yours.

[Coquette Blacquin]

As Bull carries out his... task... Cedric begins to speak, first hesitantly, then more confidently as he goes on. Mel was so sweet. She loved everyone. She adored cats, but her father was allergic so she could never have one. She was in love with the baker's boy, I don't recall his name anymore, but she used to get this soft, sweet look on her face. Like the sun had just come up and she was seeing the sunrise for the first time. Every time she looked at him it was like that. That look, a little blush, a soft sigh. She smelled so good, being near her -- I bought her some scented lotion and she smelled like caramels after that. Her hair was long and soft, with little waves, and I used to run my fingers through it when she let me braid it. She taught me to do a four-strand braid and once she even let me weave little wildflowers in it. She looked so pretty, like a bride. She deserved better than the baker's boy, and so so much better than she got. 

[The Iron Bull]

Sounds like you love her a whole lot, Bull replies softly. His expression stays stone-faced, with just a hint of a grimace, but inwardly, Cedric catches a hint of sunrise from him as the imisy minotaur pictures Cedric's face.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Well, yeah. She was my best friend. Even later, with Gold, we never felt quite the same.

[The Iron Bull]

Cedric. Are you serous right now?

[Coquette Blacquin]

He blinks. yes? She was our best friend. Cindy's best friend. I wasn't really born yet.

[The Iron Bull]

Wha- No, that's not- Cedric, you- well, Coquette or whoever made those memories, felt that? You love her. Not friendly love. Love like- Ciren's kind of love.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Can't be. I'm gay and Cindy's straight. A pause. Mostly. It's Noire that's gay and she wasn't around. 

[The Iron Bull]

Sure, but you fell for her when you where all one guy. Girl. Whatever. So...

[Coquette Blacquin]

Sexuality doesn't work that way. I wasn't bi before Noire split off, I was gay. 

[The Iron Bull]

No, that's not what I meant. It's-- well, you're not like a possessing spirit. Err, I mean normally. Anyway. You're made out of or from or whatever the person y'all were before you split up and shit. So part of what made you is the love source-you had for this Mel. Or something. Fuck, now I'm confused. Anyway.

[Coquette Blacquin]

That's not how it works. It's more like... Cindy needed me, so she dreamed me up, and here I am. I'm not part of Cindy, I'm a whole person. And so is Noire. 

[The Iron Bull]

Never said you weren't, Bull responds swiftly and sincerely. Just, well, I heard you talking about Mel. And that was Love there. Wherever it came from, that was capital 'L' Love.