The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Varisia Primfana]

"It does," Varisia agrees softly, offering another kiss. "And it's more than just that; it's not-- it's not fighting or intrigue or even politics, but you manage our household with a grace and a deft touch that..." Coquette can feel Varisia's lips curve against her skin: a frown? "Have I never... Fuck." Perhaps ironically, she then proceeds to thump her head against Coquette's collarbone. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette's eyes prick with tears. "You're.... proud of me?"

[Varisia Primfana]

"Yes," Varisia groans, still thumping her head. She huffs loudly, then pulls back to look at Coquette. "I don't... Even after we married, the first few years, I wouldn't have... I don't value domestic skills very highly. Or those who use them. But I am-- Ugh." She shakes her head a little, frowning. "I can enjoy and even admire, somewhat, your skill at knitting. But I don't respect that sort of skill. But I do respect your leadership, your stewardship, of our Household. So... yes, I am proud of you, and the journey you've made since we wed."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It isn't so far as all that," she protests. "I was terrified when we got married. My father giving me to a strange woman, far from my home? It took years for me to properly apply myself to the household as I might have from day one if I had been less afraid."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia gives a half shrug, laying on her side as she is. "That is part of the journey then," she replies, then bites her lip, studying her. "I am sorry I... I was..." She scowls, then huffs. "I was not in the best frame of mind myself, and I did not make nearly the effort I should have to help you adjust. I am... regretful of how that unfolded."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I sense it's rare for you to truly regret your actions. You seem to live a life with little or no regret. So I appreciate your regretting this on my behalf. Truly." She leans forward, impishly kissing Varisia's cheek. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisa manages a smile, her eyes expressing how touched she is by Coquette's response. "My room, my study and security," she says suddenly. "All else in our Household is for you to decide, though I hope you will include my opinions into your choices." A beat. "And, of course, our daughters are ours together."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"May I hire guards, subject to your final approval? I would like to know the ones who guard my sleep at night." 

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia hums softly, then counters, "perhaps I can bring you with me when I conduct the final hirings? Allow you to chose from the pool of acceptable candidates?" She pauses, then offers with a touch of reluctance, "or, if you prefer, I could be... willing to allow you and your-- and Iron Bull to find candidates for me to vet." 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I would be ever so grateful," she agrees, to the latter proposition. "Thank you. This means a lot to me. I won't forget how difficult it was for you to give, and treasure it all the more for it."

[Varisia Primfana]

"If... may I..." Varisia casts her eyes down for a moment, then sighs. "I shall ask, but it is not-- this is not a bargain, a trade. If you say no, all the rest stands. Understood?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I understand," says Cyndi slowly. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"I have... These nightmares tonight," she explains carefully, "they are not the only... I am worried about you. For you. You have had nightmares, bad ones, before tonight. Not often, but more commonly than should be, according to the texts I've read about it. And there are other... signs. Of damage. I-- It hurts me, that you are hurting. I want you well, my wife."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Oh, I have always had nightmares easily," she says airily, a relieved smile coming across her face. "I am well. Truly. This is only a minor thing."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisa's face falls in direct contrast, a look of sadness in her eyes. "Lie," she whispers.