Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

When Liliana's hand found his, Ignis curled his fingers into hers with a sigh, clinging onto what felt like, for the first time in far too long (had it really just been a day? A day and a half?) where things felt like they might settle back into alignment after whatever had sent it askew. And when she brought his hands to her face and he gently cupped it as his thumbs brushed over the cold skin of her cheeks, he let out a still-tired, still somewhat sleepy huff of a laugh at the word choice. Not even the slightest urge to correct her or make some comment out of pure pedantry, because there was nothing to critique there, it was absolutely right. The things he truly did see, in that touch...

He pulled himself up further, and also pulled her in, gently, so that he could kiss her, not just with the languidness of sleepy locking of lips, but with a depth to it, as if carving out a space for all the kisses that had been forsaken.

"I've missed you," he then said, barely a low rumble, all throat and chest as he rested his forehead against hers.