The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle giggles, a surprisingly innocent sound, then pushes Claudia over and off her so she's sitting on the sofa instead of her. "Clau-d-ia," she singsongs, running a finger along the tinker's ear. "You have to wake up. Just for a moment, okay?"

[Claudia Emerison]

The separation gets a whine, the words a wrinkled nose and the touch a weak flailing of hands. "Wwwwwaaaat?" 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Do you want to sleep with Estelle tonight, dear one?"

[Claudia Emerison]

"Estelle?" Claudia smiles sweetly, still clearly half asleep but all the more honest for it. "Love her. Miss her. Wish you liked her more."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette turns away, politely trying to hide the pain in her eyes. 

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle, kindly, lets Coquette have that illusion of privacy. Instead, she simply scoops Claudia up with a faint grunt of effort, then stands. "Sleep then," she murmurs, not that Claudia needs the instruction.

[Zevran]

"Shall we met again in the morning for breakfast perhaps?" Zevran asks casually, slipping an arm around his wife in an artlessly natural fashion.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes, do let's. Ta!" She gives a cheery wave, heading for her bedroom with Zevran on her arm. 

[Claudia Emerison]

"Night," Claudia mumbles, snuggling against Estelle. "'uve. Hmm, warm...":

[Zevran]

Echoing back Estelle's murmured farewell, Zevran follows Coquette into their bedchambers. As soon as he closes the door behind them, he moves to wrap her in his arms. "Hey."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She steps into his embrace, burying her face against his chest, and begins shaking,though it's not until she speaks that he realizes it's from repressed rage rather than tears. "How could she," she whispers in a hot, venomous whisper. "How dare she."

[Zevran]

"Coquette?" Zevran asks, very, very carefully. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Why aren't I enough?" she whispers, and the tears begin to flow. 

[Zevran]

"Oh my love," Zevran croons, twisting at the waist so he can scoop her up and carry her to the bed. "You are wonderous and endearing. You are clever and funny and kind, loyal and strong. You are extremely lovable." He peppers his words with kisses, swift pecks on his lips and cheeks.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"But not enough to be faithful," she says, bitterly.