The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle looks like she's about to argue that statement, but then her expression crumples. Faint tears in her eyes, she pulls her wife in a loose, warm, hug. "Oh Noire," she murmurs. "You really fell that way, don't you? Oh sweetheart, I'm so, so sorry. No-one should have to live that life."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I-- it's-- it's just being prudent. Careful."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Yes. It also sounds lonely. Cold and... aching."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...it... can be," she admits, slowly, almost painfully. 

[Estelle Emerison]

A small nod. "Safer, in some ways, I'm sure," she acknowledges. "But... Would... if it could be real-- having someone to trust-- would... would you want it?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I.... I did not like, what... what happened," she says slowly. "If I had had someone to trust, I could have.. spoken to someone about it. Perhaps they could have helped me stop it sooner."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Perhaps... perhaps we could try... a sort of specific trust? To build on?" Estelle offers tentatively. It's been noticeable since about half way through this conversation, but never clearer than right now that Estelle has deliberately dropped all her skill and techniques to hide or control her emotional tells. She's very serious about this offer. She's also very nervous about making it, about leaving herself open for rejection.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...what did you have in mind?"

[Estelle Emerison]

"Well... Umm." What did I have in mind? I had a thing but-- "Wow, my mind just blanked out," she says with a nervous, awkward laugh. "Umm. Oh! Well, do you think you trust me to help you if you're ever put in a situation anything close to this again?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I.. I can. I can try."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Great! I mean, that's good," Estelle says, ducking her head briefly, though not in time to hide the extra ruddiness that is a drow's blush. "Okay. How... far does that extend? Do you trust me to help you if you're being blackmailed for money instead of... worse? Or to help block political or social devaluing?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I... if I'm being honest... I don't truly understand the political situation here."

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle perks up, leaning forward eagerly before she pulls herself back with a rueful smile. "I would love to explain or answer whatever questions you have," she replies with bright eyes.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I shall begin coming to you with questions of... of what did this mean, or do I understand that correctly."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Do you have any questions right now?" Estelle has been eager and open for half the conversation now, but her last few responses have been down right excited; perhaps the topic?