Personal Voicemail

[deathsmajesty]

"You have reached the personal voicemail of Liliana Vess. If you don't know what to do next, you likely shouldn't have a phone. This call probably could have been a text message anyway."

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[chef_chocobro]

There was no doubt that Liliana would have noticed, in preparing herself for the morning afternoon, on her dressing table, among all her other usual toiletries and accoutrements, a black velvet jewelry box. It was, after all, quite a large one, all the better to display the necklace that would reveal itself inside: incredibly thin and shimmering black strands, several of them of varying length to create cascading tiers, each of them speckled with a seemingly random assortment of black and purple jewels, small and glittering like dewdrops...

Or small kisses scattered all across one's décolletage.

A small card with a meticulously written message:

When I think about you
I hold you close and place you
around my neck like a necklace.

[deathsmajesty]

It did, admittedly, take slightly longer for Liliana to notice the new addition than it really should have. She'd been brushing out her hair and dreamily admiring the other purpling jewelry that Ignis had given her yesterday, tiny stippling bruises from his teeth, ones she could feel when she stretched her neck.

So, instead of being immediately delighted, there was a three second gap in where she was still brushing her hair and humming to herself before she noticed the black velvet box on her dressing table.

She'd been given princelier gifts before. Gemstones as big as the pad of her thumb. Deeds to lands that no longer existed. Titles that she'd long since forgotten. And none of them, not one had made her feel like this. None of those expensive gifts, chosen because they were expensive, far more than any concern about whether or not she would actually like them, had ever made her breath catch, her smile wobble slightly, as she brushed delicate fingers over the small gemstones or when she picked up the card.

"I love you, you ridiculous man," she whispered into the air.

And proceeded to rush through the rest of her toilette. She had somewhere to be.