The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Her mouth wavers. "My love?" she asks, quietly. "Honestly, nothing going on here has been worse than I was raised in my father's house. I have so much more freedom and love here. You do.... you do love me," she adds, turning what was going to be a question into a statement. "That is more than I can say for my parents. They were distant, cold. Never cruel, but cold. I am alright."

[Varisia Primfana]

A slight smile works it way on Varisia's lips, one that dims but does not banish the look in her eyes. "I am... very glad to hear you feel that way about here and now. About us. But scars don't vanish, love. They can fade, but they don't vanish. I..." She falters, gaze dropping. "I have my own," she murmurs so quietly that Coquette has to struggle to hear even from only a few inches away, even the utter silence of the bedchamber.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Whatever you went through is likely far, far worse than my own childhood. My mother was distant, self-absorbed and critical of myself in ways she was not critical of my sister. My father was also distant, a hard, cruel man who would tolerate no disobedience. But that is hardly uncommon. My sister and I were close, when we were small, and as I grew older I made other close friends I considered like family. I was not so bad off as all that."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia gets a thoughtful look for a moment, but pushes past that thought for now. "A gut wound might be less lethal than a cut throat, but it's still something you should get looked at by a healer."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No." She can't put her finger quite on why, but she's horrified at the idea of explaining to a healer that there were four of her. "I'm alright, truly. Bull's been reading texts about mind healing, actually. I can ask him to coach me through it."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia can't stop her feelings of distaste and disbelief from showing but she at least manages to not say what she's thinking, even if it does keep her silent instead.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette rolls her eyes. "Or I'll ask him to borrow the books and read them myself, if it makes you feel better."

[Varisia Primfana]

"I'd give you my word that I wouldn't pry into what you talk about with... with whatever professional you hire," Varisia tries out.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"That hadn't crossed my mind, but it's not why I'm unwilling. No."

[Varisia Primfana]

Mistep. "Then what is?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Mind healers are for those who are... broken, in some way. I'm not broken. I'm just a little scuffed around the edges."

[Varisia Primfana]

"Consider it indulging your overprotective, fretting wife?" Varisia offers hopefully.

[Coquette Blacquin]

And what if you don't love me anymore when you find out what I am? "There's nothing I need to talk to a mind healer about. I'm not damaged. There's nothing to heal."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia sighs softly, eyes closing, then she nods just a little. "Very well. I won't force you to see to it," she finally says with clear reluctance. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Thank you, love." She plants a kiss on her wife's cheek. "I will read those books. If I see something concerning, I'll rethink seeing a healer."