The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

"That doesn't..." Zevran hesitates, then shrugs a little. "I suppose? It does not seem to fit how you were speaking last night but it is not as if I understand much of how this, ah, system...ish... istic... ism? Of how being a system works."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"If so, that might explain why we were... Cindy's not built to take big things like that. She's just not. I protect her, Little Bitch protects her, Noire protects us all by making Varisia get along with us, but Cindy's the one who needs protection. If she was out during it, I fucked up."

[Zevran]

"Yes, you mentioned that," he replies slowly. "You mentioned... Rather frequently, in fact, that you felt you had failed. That you had been unable to protect them all, to protect Bull, and that-- You sounded like you were-- I will be blunt; I spent the night right next to you on the bed, barely asleep, terrified you were going to kill yourself."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric blinks. "I could never do that to Cindy, to Little Bitch. They deserve to live." A pause. "I suppose if I felt I had failed, in a massive way, I... I might have considered whether I deserve to be part of this system, but I would never hurt them."

[Zevran]

"I... I suppose I can be happy about that," the younger male says after a moment's thought. "About you not being able to do that, I mean. I would wish it for a better reason, but what is, is. I am also very glad you did not... ah, leave the system?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Wouldn't know how anyway. And if I did, who would protect the others?"

[Zevran]

"Evidently another..." He frowns. "If you are collectively a system, what are each of you individually? Called, that is."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I have been calling us alternate personalities, or alters for short."

[Zevran]

"Thank you." He flashes him a smile. "Then, evidently another alter claimed that he would be taking over, though his tone and demeanor made me rather doubt that 'protection' was truly his aim."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Xyrrim? No. He is very much not a protector."

[Zevran]

"That would be the one, yes," he confirms, brow furrowing. "And... where did your names come from?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"We named ourselves, mostly. Or named each other."

[Zevran]

"Where did his name come from? I swear I've heard it before..."

His focus on this has nothing whatsoever to do with not wanting Cedric to make him share details of the last four days. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric hesitates. "Xyrrim was a man we knew once. A very unpleasant sort. A dragon-man, a freed slave who took it upon himself to prove that he's better than his former masters."

[Zevran]

Zevran stiffens, eyes widening as he gapes at Cedric. "Black scales? Ruined wings?" When Cedric half nods, now staring back, Zevran whistles softly, head shaking. "What are the odds..?"