Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

Pity they'd peeled away from their group the way they did for this personal little private tour; Prompto's camera would be full to bursting with evidence of fond amusement all over Ignis' face. Perhaps not quite full on beaming smiles; those were still few and far between, but tended to flit there whenever Liliana's excitement in telling him something was particularly potent, like now, with that laugh, over this very stupid and easily solved debate, a smile that melted into the kiss he leaned in to give her, sitting on the edge of the fountain and its soothing rush of waters while this allegedly unknown figure loomed so presently behind them and in this particular chapter of her life.

"It's no wonder," he said, "you found yourself thriving so brilliantly here, my love. Granted, you'll thrive anywhere you're planted, no doubt, in one way or another, but here." He reached to take her hand, his thumb brushing against her wrist in a mirror of the way she so often brushed hers against his. "Here, I can tell it was so much more than that."