The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

"No-one is strong enough to resist what you went through unharmed," Zevran protests. "You're mortal," I think? "and you did as well as any could reasonably expect. If you are having nightmares, I can speak with the healer. There are concoctions that can prevent such for a time, until you are better."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Not nightmares, exactly. Memories. Reliving old memories."

[Zevran]

"I am fairly sure that he can help nevertheless," Zevran offers. "And... and perhaps talking might help? I know we are only recently... grew close, but I do care for you a great deal and wish to help."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I don't.. remember things well when I'm awake. But since the... whatever it was happened, Cindy's being swarmed with all the old memories again and I can't protect her from it. We need to settle somehow and I don't know how. We need to lock them away again so we can breathe. But we're burning up and I think we're going to die."

[Zevran]

"Ah, well, perhaps you could... talk them out instead?" Zevran looks decidedly out of his comfort zone but game to try. "Perhaps aided by some gentle medication? We are heading to a healer; I mean, a very good healer, a local deity and His, ah, Children, I think Isabela called them?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I'll try." A pause. "Do you have caramels? Or... she likes cats?" 

[Zevran]

Zevran pauses a moment, then laughs softly. "I am surprised you have not realized yet." Smiling-- a real smile, even if it's a weariness to it-- he dips his head to indicate her waist. Or, wait, that warm pressure against her side she'd noticed earlier; it can't be Zevran, he's on the other side and not crowding her. So... 

When he looks down, the muscles in his neck protesting the movement, he's met with the imperious stare of Justina. The grey furred cat mets her gaze for a moment, yawns in dismissal, then lays her head back down to nap some more. Despite this supposed dismissal, the feline begins to gently knead Coquette's side, a low, rumbling purr filling the room.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette looks down, barely aware of the weight pressing against her body, which feels a million miles away. A soft smile creeps across her face, then, and she slumps, the tears never ceasing as she shudders, covering her face with her hands. 

[Zevran]

The kneading stops then, a dissatisfied meow is heard, and then Coquette feels a very healthy, well fed cat walk across her chest. Thrusting her face in Coquette's Justine murrs loudly, then begins to groom her silly colony mate. To the side, Zevran just holds Coquette's hand in both of his, offering a steady pressure to assure Coquette of his presence.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Unfortunately for the cat, Cindy throws her head back and screams as another memory takes her, mouth open and throat closed to muffle it somewhat as though there were something in her mouth. She twitches and shudders as she does, panting for breath.

[Zevran]

Justina leaps into the air, clearing Coquette's entire body as she lands on the bed. Hissing loudly, she drops into a crouch, staring at the older merikos drow warily. "Coquette! Coquette, it's okay, you are safe, it's okay, it's safe," Zevran croons, not letting go but not crowding in either.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette thrashes and writhes for some minutes, struggling to scream through a closed throat, before swallowing repeatedly and sinking back into the bed, gasping for breath. Her eyes slowly begin to focus again, the memory fading, but for a moment it almost looked like... 

[Zevran]

Bastion save her and give her hope. Ciren keep her passions lit and grant her comfort. Astea keep life and love in her. Vangal protect her. Valshathe let her find home again. Zevran continues to squeeze her hand, continues to babble a stream of comforting words. He knows there's basically nothing that can be done to stop this sort of thing, not safely. So he waits. Waits, prays and hopes.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...Zev?" she finally asks, and her voice is weak, her eyes closed. "Is that you?"

[Zevran]

"--sexual favor of your choice, if You just hel-- Coquette? Yes, yes, it's Zevran." He squeezes her hand, moving the top hand up past her wrist to rub her arm. "It's your husband, Coquette. It's me. And you're safe now. Alright? You're safe. No-one will-- will touch you here, not like-- you're safe."