The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

"I do absolutely want Sweetheart, yes. I also want Cindy. Cedric. You. Little B. I love Coquette, the whole of you, all the parts of you," Zevran says with heartfelt sincerity. "You infuriate me at times, hurt me at times, but you've still managed to slip into my heart, Noire."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Her face softens, and tears begin to slide down her face. "Even Bull never... I was always the professional, never someone to desire."

[Zevran]

"You make it a challenge," Zevran admits, the fondness in his voice, in his smile, taking much of the sting his words might hold. "But these small moments of... trust, of openness, with you? They're worth the struggle."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I just wanted to protect everyone. And I can't do that without Sweetheart." She takes a deep breath, then another. "I think I need to get closer to the Matriarch. Can you get me an invitation to take tea with her?"

[Zevran]

Zevran pauses a moment, the abrupt shift unbalancing him briefly. "Yes..? I should be able to, through Estelle. Dare I ask why? And what I should say is the reason?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"She is the real power here. She can put a stop to... to what's been going on."

[Zevran]

"I am no longer an assassin and I am grateful for that every day," Zevran says, words coming slow and careful. "But I would kill for you, any of you, if you asked it."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No. The reprisals would only be worse."

[Zevran]

"Only if I get caught," Zevran replies with a shrug, but doesn't press further. "Do you want to take a bathe? With or without assistance?" A beat, then he quickly clarifies, "that is not a euphemism of any kind, to be clear."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No. I just... i just want to get some sleep."

[Zevran]

"Alright," Zevran says quietly. "Brush your teeth, I'll get your night clothes ready and fetch some extra blankets. It's... common to feel unusually cold after an attack of this nature."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She seems to struggle with something for a long moment before looking a little away from him and murmuring, "Thank you. I... really appreciate it."

[Zevran]

"You're welcome," Zevran says, acknowledging the gratitude but keeping his response simple. He vanishes from the room for a few minutes. As Noire is rinsing her mouth one last time, he reappears in the doorway. "Would you like company tonight? Or for me to stand watch on the sofa?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Stand watch please." She finishes brushing her teeth, shivering a little as she moves to the bed. 

[Zevran]

"Allow me, my lovely wife," Zevran murmurs, moving ahead to pull the covers back. "I'll tuck you in and then stand guard until you wake."