The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[The Iron Bull]

Oh fer fuck's sake. Bull lets out a long-suffering groan, then forces both eyes open enough to give a tepid glare. "Grow some balls and talk to your girl parts about yer daughter," Bull says firmly, taking much if not all the sting out of it by kissing Cedric briefly. "She's adorable and cute and smells like autumn woodsmoke and spiced apple wine. She's great."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"None of us have seen her," he mumbles. "How can they be this... gooshy?"

[The Iron Bull]

Bull ponders that for a few moments, absently tugging Cedric back down across him as he does so. "Maybe like a Bastiony, Cireny sorta post-battle euphoria?" he suggests. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Maybe," he sighs, then relents, laying across Bull's chest. "I wish they'd shut up."

[The Iron Bull]

"...how does that work?" Bull asks curiously, snuggling Cedric in closer. "You hearing them I mean."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It only happens when more than one of us is awake at the same time. I end up hearing them and feeling some of what they're feeling. It's irritating."

[The Iron Bull]

"Huh." Can't imagine what that must be like really. Sounds crowded. Whatever's the opposite of lonely too.. "Closest I can figure is like having roommate but ya can't slip the floor manager a few silver to get Mister-Get-So-Drunk-I-Piss-On-People moved to another room."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Usually I'm the one that's a passenger: injecting a few witty comments but mostly keeping to myself and watching out for danger. So it's weird to have them nattering on in my ear but not willing to take the reins."

[The Iron Bull]

"So... is the reverse true?" Bull asks, a sudden look of... nervousness perhaps? Apprehension? showing on his face. "Can they hear us talking?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yeah," he agrees. "That's what being in the, the body part means. As opposed to being in the House, where you can't see or hear anything but you can think and you... it's like a Waking Dream, where you can control what goes on to some extent."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull hums softly, the weird look fading away as he focuses on the rest of Cedric's answer. "Sounds kinda like Archwizard Teol'rvan's Mind Palace," he remarks brightly, grinning. "Ya know, from the Band of the Crimson Helldrummers?" When Cedric just stares at him, clearly having no fucking clue what Bull is babbling about, the imisy's eyes widen. "You've never-- Bodan the Brave, Paladin of Vangal and wife to Greensong of the Tulla Flowers? Shadowflash No-Name? The loyal and fierce direbear Pulmus, who thought Bodan his mother because Greensong messed up his druidic ritual as a child? Really?" 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...are you having Mindfire? I read about that once. I can call a Healer..."

[The Iron Bull]

"How have you lived in Alessia for half a decade and never heard of the Crimson Dru--" Bull shakes his head. "Nope, can't abide it. Nope. Storytime," he declares, getting a good grip on Cedric and wriggling himself upright with the smaller male now straddling his lap instead of laying half atop him. "We'll get ahold of a proper collection of the tales later but... I... can..." He swallows with some effort as his body catches his brain up with recent changes of sensation. "Umm."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric freezes. Since meeting Varisia, he's well acquainted with the types of things that can be done to please the body, including the things that can be done to men. It's not as though Coquette's ass isn't well used to being used by now. But the thing pressing gently against his butt cheek is... "Holy hell," he whispers. "Bull, you're...!" 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull flinches, sinking in against the headboard as if trying to move away from them despite Cedric literally sitting atop him. "I-- I didn't mean-- it just happens some-- I'm not expe-- Gods, I'm sorry Ced, I--" Hands yanked away from his waist, Bull is now pressing them as firmly as he can against the bed, arms spread as wide as possible to give Cedric as much space as he can manage.