The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

"Naishe," Zevran whispers, eyes widening and the dagger dropping to his side. "That's..." He steps back, almost a stumble. "How?"

[Isabela]

"That's my question," she laughs, wiping tears from her eyes. "I've been searching for you. Over a dozen years I've been looking. I heard there was a merikos drow here, about the right age, and I was preparing myself for yet another disappointment. Are you safe here? Do you..." still need me?

[Zevran]

"I honestly don't remember what 'safe' might be like," Zevran replies, far more honestly than he would if not for fate poleaxing him in such rapid succession. 

[Isabela]

"Come away with me," she urges. "Tonight. Forget your wives. I've got a flying ship, we can be gone and untracked before they know any better."

[Zevran]

"I... " His eyes widen suddenly. "Ship? We are-- wait. Did-- Did you actually steal D'antiva's airship like you joked?" Before she can answer, he continues, "no, that is not important. I wish to hear it all later but-- Coquette. And Shisou, one of-- Varisia is going to have them killed or sold to-- to him. She tried to free me, helped me-- I can't just leave her, or him, to that fate." His fate, he doesn't (have to) clarify.

[Isabela]

"Coquette is... your wife?" asks Isabela, her voice softening. "The one that's dying? I'm so sorry, were you... close?"

[Zevran]

"Dying?" Zevran scoffs. "What-- how did you..?" His eyes narrow, suddenly wary.

[Isabela]

"Varisia told me. I came here as her guest, after all."

[Zevran]

"Did you?" he bites out, taking another step back.

[Isabela]

Isabela blinks, nonplussed. "Well, yes. We're friends, or something like. Why? Does she mistreat you?"

[Zevran]

"She bought me," Zevran spits out. "For the low, low price of giving back a child from me upon Coquette."

[Isabela]

Isabela's eyes widen, then narrow. Then she gives a rueful little headshake. "Then she's nothing to me. Do you want her dead? She's asleep in her chambers, we could do the deed."

[Zevran]

Zevran studies Isabela carefully, clearly weighting her words and their history against his deeply ingrained distrust. "Your face," he says out of nowhere. 

[Isabela]

"Just a little rough sex. I took a potion but it only cured the worst of it." She shrugs. "I won't lie to you, Zev. Anyone else, but not you. I fucked her, and tonight wasn't the first time. But it was just sex, for me. I don't get attached."

[Zevran]

Zevran frowns, having more than one thing he'd like to say about what she just said. But he keeps it to, "'but not me?' Why?"