The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Oh yeah, this is fine. It's downright roomy. Have you seen the baby? If this is a dream, maybe you're a new alter and maybe you've seen the baby. 

[The Iron Bull]

No, Bull replies shortly. Let's talk about something else. Like ale. Or-- gods, how about curveball? I haven't been able to see a game in a while, for obvious fucking reasons, and damned if I don't miss even just jawing about two-touch versus skimming. No need to even let floating enter the ring; no-one with any brains at all thinks that's a good method of ball handling. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Ugh, he scoffs. You're missing the point, as usual. Floating is a new technique, of course it's not perfected yet, but you can't just let the game go stagnant. This is the weirdest dream I've ever had. 

[The Iron Bull]

Eh, had weirder. You remember when we had that dream about the flying milk, right? With the force beam of death eye-rays? Besides, floating is just skimming that's done badly. Just called it something else so whoever did it first wouldn't get laughed at I bet. Okay fine, sure, it makes it harder to steal the ball but big whoop.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Flying.... milk? he asks, baffled. No, the weirdest dream we had was that one time we dreamed we were a slug.

[The Iron Bull]

Slug? Why would we dream that? 'tho that is pretty fucking weird, I'll grant you. Not sure if the no arms and legs thing or the weird rubber slime skin.. ness would be the weirder part. Hmm. When was this?

[Coquette Blacquin]

Shouldn't I know that? It was back when we first moved in with Her, before you-- the real you-- came along.

[The Iron Bull]

Huh, yeah, I don't re-- wait. Real me? Do you-- You think I'm not me? How does that work?

[Coquette Blacquin]

A feeling of rolled eyes. Well, when people go to sleep, sometimes people show up in their dreams that aren't real. 

[The Iron Bull]

Ha-ha, very droll, much witty. Counterpoint: I'm not asleep.

[Coquette Blacquin]

No, but counter-counterpoint, I am. I was-- look, can we change this scene, this is really distracting to almost-watch. Just like. Put some pants on or something. Anyway, I was looking for the baby and Coquette went to sleep after drinking that nasty spiced milk concoction and it screwed up my search so now I'm in her dreams.

[The Iron Bull]

Bull tenses, the muscles in his neck creaking. 

Can't. 

What baby? We're guys, there's no baby here.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Little Bitch's baby. The baby. You know. A pause. Did I not tell you about the baby? Weird. Another pause. Wait, this is a dream. How can you not know what I know?

[The Iron Bull]

Feels like that's my line? Bull mentally shakes his head. Look, this is getting more confusing than distracting. Could we maybe focus on something more... pleasantly engaging?  A note of not quite but close to pleading flavors Bull's thoughts as the sound of pained screams starts to build in the room.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Why don't we just.... 

There's an awkward pause during which Bull feels utterly alone. Then the presence is back.

Ok so what the dream seems to want is for me to teach you? Anyway close your eyes and picture my sitting room. It's familiar enough it should work as a start to the inner world here. Remember how it feels, how it looks, how it smells.

With a little more coaching, Bull is able to achieve something remarkable. Sure, he can still hear and sort of feel what's going on, but it feels at a distance now, as though in the next room. Instead, what feels 'real' is the sitting room -- and the stranger sitting across from him, sipping tea. He is tall, reedy, and Young, Barely 17 if that. His face is... Hard to focus on. Indistinct. But unfamiliar. His hair is the color of moonlight, cropped short close to the head but a little longer on top, and his eyes are red as blod half-dried. He wears dark monk robes with a cloak over top. His boots are familiar. His cloak. Not his voice though, it is low and rich and yet somehow a little like Cindy's pitched as low as it can go 

"There. Now we can talk."