The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy is quiet for a moment. "It hurt when she ran out on us," she admits, quietly. "Noire has that right. I can't count on her or anyone to protect me."

[Zevran]

"Well, no," Zevran says, brow furrowing. "She took a direct strike to her heart after all. I do not disagree with the hurt," he adds firmly. "But it is hard to blame her really."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"And how many slings and arrows did I have to sit through, alone?" she points out. 

[Zevran]

A subtle look of hurt appears and vanishes rapidly even as Zevran nods slightly. "That is entirely true," he agrees. "I suppose it is not that I do not feel disappointed or hurt on your behalf for her withdrawal, simply that I also feel concern and pity for Claudia. A bit of anger, indignation, as well of course, but less than the rest." He pauses, then steps, figuratively, a pace to the side. "And in regards to those slings and arrows, how are you doing?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

She shrugs a shoulder. "Alive. My life with Varisia feels.... fuzzier, now. Harder to recall the details. I know it was bad, but..."

[Zevran]

"Repression is a wonderous-- and terrible-- thing," Zevran says with pained experience. "Given the needs of the now, I cannot argue against the tactic. However..." He leans in slightly, giving her a chiding look. "I would like more detail than a careless 'alive,' wife of mine."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"What else matters?" she asks, but then sighs. "Shaky. Noire keeps prattling on about our standing here. Cedric's missing. Sweetheart is in tears. Little B's making up stories again to distract her. And I'm... shaky. I feel sad and alone and afraid."

[Zevran]

"I am sorry I am of such... limited help here," Zevran murmurs, reaching across the sleeping woman to take Coquette's hand. "But if I read tonight correctly, you can make use of me as a threat and weapon more than you have been. A limited tool, alas, but..." He sighs a little, a sad but supportive smile on his lips.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy nods. "Noire will make good use of that, I think. I.... I know you dislike her, but I am certain she is the key to surviving this place."

[Zevran]

Zevran bows his head, sighing again. "I... I cannot disagree, exactly. I merely fear that you were do just that. Only that, rather; survive, instead of live. That if you all allow Noire to do what needs doing, in her estimation, than you will loose what..." He swallows thickly. "That we..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Never," she swears. "There are lines I will not let her cross. She will not sell you. Never again."

[Zevran]

Zevran's eyes widen and his mouth hangs open briefly. "I--" He lets out a shuddery breath. "I had not..." He squeezes her hand affectionately, trying to wordlessly say what he's struggle to verbalize. "I did not realize that I feared such until..." Another shuddered breath. "Thank you."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No matter how much you have to play at being my servant, you are free. You can leave anytime you want. I promise." She squeezes his hand tightly. 

[Zevran]

"Thak you," Zevran repeats softly, then his slips twist into a lopsided smile. "Of course, your assurance, while accurate and pleasing, is incomplete. I can leave if I want, yes, but I cannot want to leave you. I love you Coquette, and I'll not abandon you." Lifting their joined hands, he presses a kiss to the back of her first. "I wish a life with you, a family. And I'll help you forge one, even if we have to fight the world to get it."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette nods. "Some day. When Noire has us secure and safe. When we can get the children, and Bull. We'll have a real family."