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]

It it was far enough removed from what Ignis might have expected her to say that it three him, for a moment, and initial surprise that was followed very swiftly by a stirring in his chest, and a smile so soft that it seemed to spread over his next words like warm butter.

"A small price, perhaps," he said, "but wholly unnecessary. That'd be like paying just to breathe air."

There was a small beat.

"Although I could understand why the comparison might lose something in translation for a necromancer, but the point being, it's already my pleasure, Liliana."

[deathsmajesty]

She was definitely cursing herself for saying something so positively twee, ugh. "I promise you, breathing is just important to necromancers as not. I refused to take the final steps to learn more about undeath back on Innistrad, much to the frustration of some of the witches in vampires I was learning the necromantic arts from in the first place. No thank you, such things are not for me."

From one fraught topic to another. Perhaps third would be a lucky charm?

"Besides I quite like giving you pleasure, Ignis," she pointed out in a purr. "Perhaps you've noticed?"

[chef_chocobro]

"I have also noticed," Ignis offered, the drawl of his own voice like a soothing balm for any lingering burn left by sincerity, even if it, too, ironically, still contained quite a bit, "that you are exceptionally good at it, as well."

[deathsmajesty]

"All the more reason to join me sooner rather than later tonight," she said, stretching out along her divan with a soft noise of contentment. "More opportunities for us both to indulge."

Greedy and selfish and spoiled.