The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Bull I swear to Junon, if you don't come out this instant--!"

[The Iron Bull]

There's a faint rustling noise, then Bull strides out of the bedroom with a dramatic yawn. If he wasn't short of breath from hustling while not breathing due to the common beginner's assumption that doing so is the best way to be stealthy, a six-year old might have though the yawn to be an honest one. "Oh hey-- what's-- up?" he half pants.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Are you spying on me?"

[The Iron Bull]

Dropping his attempts, Bull draws himself up and glares at Coquette. "I'm your damn bodyguard and if I hear you having an argument when yer supposed to be by yourself, yer damn right I'mma move in soft to see if you're in danger." 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Well as you can see, I'm here. Alone. By my damn self. So you can piss right off, got it?"

[The Iron Bull]

Bull's eyes narrow, a hint of red forming. He swallows back the first retort, managing instead, "alone mebbe but you ain't okay.*

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I'm fine. I'm just pissed!"

[The Iron Bull]

"You were having a full blown conversation with herself."

"And I think you were losing."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Look, sometimes it helps to... to get things out of my head when I'm real conflicted about something, okay?"

[The Iron Bull]

"Uh-huh." Bull crosses his arms, giving her a long look. "Well, go on then. Keep talking."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She blushes. "Wh-- no! It's weird now that you're here."

"Look, it's... can you keep a secret?" Her voice changes subtly as she says this, softening a bit, more like the not-angry version of her that was arguing. 

[The Iron Bull]

"...seriously?" he asks the Crimson Oni flatly. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes, he can, but no,  he doesn't need to know," snaps the angrier version of her voice. 

"Please," she says quietly. "It gets so lonely... I want to trust someone." 

"....fine. But you have to do it, not me," she replies, and then her posture deflates a little. She looks sadder, less angry, more... kind. 

"We... we have a secret, even from Varisia," she says quietly, looking away.

[The Iron Bull]

Bull leans back a little, eyeing her warily. "Uhhhh. 'We?' is that, uh, like... us two we, royal we, possesed by ghosts we or, umm, my spy group and me we?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

She winces. "Not... ghosts, exactly. I don't think I'm possessed. But, ever since I was younger, I started talking to myself in my head. And sometimes, my head talks back. Um. I think there's four of us now, at least. I don't really know what happened to cause it, but it doesn't feel like a stranger. We've just... always been that way. The more things get worse, the more of us appear."