LA LA LA THAT CARD HAD CLEARLY BEEN PROMPTO'S IDEA AND NO ONE ELSE'S.
"Oh Ignis, it's lovely." Liliana murmured, stepping forwards to brush gentle fingers over the canvas. He was going to have to wait a moment for those rich tones because she needed a moment to just take it in, her hand reaching out to slide her fingers in through his.
"It's Klimt's The Kiss, but it's us." Her voice was hushed, almost reverent. "Oh my love it's us."
Whether or not he knew of it, he'd still be getting a description, but she wanted to bring his hands to the canvas, so he could touch the strokes and the textures while she narrated it.
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"Oh Ignis, it's lovely." Liliana murmured, stepping forwards to brush gentle fingers over the canvas. He was going to have to wait a moment for those rich tones because she needed a moment to just take it in, her hand reaching out to slide her fingers in through his.
"It's Klimt's The Kiss, but it's us." Her voice was hushed, almost reverent. "Oh my love it's us."
Whether or not he knew of it, he'd still be getting a description, but she wanted to bring his hands to the canvas, so he could touch the strokes and the textures while she narrated it.