The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Claudia Emerison]

"Someday," Zevran echoes before pulling back to resume his watch on the stool. "Sleep for now, beloved. You deserve the rest."

Hours later, Coquette snaps away at the unfamiliar sound of grumbling whines coming from front in front of her. Glancing down, she sees the still partially asleep imsy gnome twitching and twisting as she tries to roll over and away from Coquette. Her vocalizations aren't quite words, but she still makes out something she's fairly sure is 'bathroom.'

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You awake, little one?" she murmurs, shaking her gently. "Do you need the toilet?"

[Claudia Emerison]

Claudia lets out a particular sour grumble, one that sounds affirmative, then huffs. "Warm. Soft," she then manages to form. A pause, a deep breath, then, "smell nice."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Little one. I need you awake. There's something we have to discuss."

[Claudia Emerison]

Another grumble, then a huff. And then Claudia goes very, entirely still. "...Ee--Coquette?" she squeaks.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes?" asks Coquette, a little hesitant. 

[Claudia Emerison]

Claudia slowly forces her head up to look at Coquette, eyes impossibly wide for anyone without gnomish (or some Outsiders) blood. "Oh gods, what did-- what--" Claudia shifts suddenly, a hand reaching between them. She brushes against Coquette's stomach with her arm but it's clear she's focused on herself.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I haven't touched you," she says quietly. "But that's rather the dilemma. We need to be able to attest under truthing that the marriage is.... valid."

[Claudia Emerison]

"I--" Claudia blushes a little. "I know, that's not-- I mean, it's-- Ugh, sorry, all cob-webby." She groans, hand reaching up to rub at her forehead. "How much wine did drink?" she grumbles to herself. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...it's not the wine. You... you took too much sleeping draught."

[Claudia Emerison]

Claudia flinches, hand lowering to cover her mouth. "I-- I did? I--" She swallows, licking the outside of her teeth, then grimaces. "Fuck, I can taste... Why did... Wait..." She trails off, trying to recall details of the night prior.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Do you.... recall the wedding feast?" she asks, gently. 

[Claudia Emerison]

"I remember the ceremony," Claudia says softly, voice intent. "And... I remember..." Claudia falls silent with a shudder, eyes squeezing shut. "Oh."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It doesn't matter now," she whispers. "Put it out of your mind and focus on the task ahead of you. We just have to get through this. One strike, one parry, one thrust at a time."

[Claudia Emerison]

Facing Coquette, Claudia doesn't see the twitch or ghost of a smile the wording draws from Zevran. "But she..." Throat tight, mouth dry, she has to fight to continue. "Bastion's mercy, I just... broke. I thought I'd-- that I could-- But I just..."