The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I would love nothing more."

[GamesMaster]

That night, Bull dreams he and Cedric are in a private garden, with Little B nearby. "I've made up my mind," says Cedric. "I'm sending Little B home. It looks like only one of us can fit through the rift now, and... and you need me."

[The Iron Bull]

Staring up at the too flat sky with its too stiff clouds, Bull just nods his acknowledge. He's listless, worryingly so to the other male. Bull is very much someone that thrives with action. Not necessarily violence or even strenuous labour of some kind, but just something, anything, make makes it feel like time is more than just passing. For Bull to just... lay around, not even thinking over some challenge or puzzle, is... bad.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric kneels next to him, his hand running over Bull's chest idly. "I love you," he says, quietly. 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull's slow, steady breathing hitches briefly, then his eyes close. A sigh slips from the imisy minotaur and for a moment, Cedric thinks that's all he'll get. Then Bull's massive hand moves to cover Cedric's hand. "Thee, thee, thee."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yeah?" he asks, smiling a little. "Me, me, me? Well if it's all about me, I could use some kisses."

[The Iron Bull]

That actually rouses his lover a little, opening eyes and even focusing then on Cedric. "Never heard that tale?" he asks drowsily, then frowns. "Tales. About the Mages of Blue of the Singing Rock Isle?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Never. Tell me?" he begs. 

[The Iron Bull]

"Silly really," he murmurs, eyes closing again. "Silly tales for dreamers and romantics. Different world entirely really. I think there was some nonsense about it being... some god's abandoned playground or testing bed or something because the rules were really strange. Magic was based on color and done by words; no physical components, no focuii, no rituals. Like... Brown-- the Brown Adept, the... the champion and master of the Brown School of magic was about these weird metal and stone creations. Blue was Time. The stories I remember were about this kid that got picked to be the Blue Adept but something happened and he was never taught. Only had a single book given by his father-- well, the guy that raised him, who turned out to be the previous Blue Adept's--- who was his father, of course-- his... uh... Some kind of servant. Like a stable boy, but for a rich person, not a horse. Rivals or something tried to kill them all so the old Adept sent his newborn son and servant across the land into hiding and shit." He goes silent, taking a moment to breath and remember more.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"If only my father had done that," Cedric sighs, tracing little spirals on Bulls chest as the man talks. 

[The Iron Bull]

"You never had a father," Bull says flatly. "Nun'a you did, just the ass-stain that covered your half-assed mother. Anyway. Kid had no idea he had magic growing up, only found out when assassins finally tracked them down, because of course they did. And of course the dad died saving him, told him his birth father's name, to go to some town a few days away and find some guy. Kid did as bid, grabbed their bug-out bag-- dad-guy was real good at being safe and smart for no training whatsoever-- and booked it. Adventures ensue and the kid tries to pick up magic based solely on his dad's journal from when the dad was servanting the old Adept. Makes some friends, including two ladies who form a love triangle with'em. A bardess and a huntress." 

Bull chuckles a little, a faint trickle of life in the sound. "Kid's first spell was setting a target on fire-- like a lot of fire, like slagged and charred a guy in quality enchanted full plate on fire. But it knocked his ass out for a full day afterwards and there were a few times that he simply couldn't get the spell to even start workig. Wasn't until like... five or six full adventure milestones that he finally found a magical mentor. By then he'd managed to do his flame spell and only pass out for a couple of hours, a sloppy healing spell, a visions of the past spell he couldn't work again, and a cleansing spell on a poisoned well. Then he finds out that while he can learn simple, basic spells from other natures, all his real magic is of Blue. So time. The well? He sped up its time so the toxins broke down after a few centuries. Past sight, duh. Healing spell was just speeding up natural healing. But his fire spell? Wasn't a fire spell. Fucker was accelerating a column of space all the way from the damn sun to his target. Kinda like using a mirror or whatever to focus sunlight. He was dumping a few weeks worth of sunlight on his target in a single heartbeat. Which was why it didn't work when he used it in a cave or in the mad butcher's basemet."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric shivers. "Fuck basements," he agrees. "nothing good ever happens there. And fuck fire, too. Not that I'm afraid or anything."

[The Iron Bull]

"Fair," Bull replies agreeably, falling silent as he tries to remember what even caused him to bring this up in the first place. "Need fire to make ale though. And proper bread."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Sure, but you're talking about opening a portal to the nine Hells on top of someone and letting them burn to death. That's different."

[The Iron Bull]

"...huh? No Hells involved?"