Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

A cup or two and. one pilfered Ebony, no doubt, but the last would sufficiently seal the deal in caffeinated rejuvenation. But that was far from his thoughts at that moment, which were now as much on scent as they were on the ease in which they settled in comfortably with each other, breathing in and just appreciating the air of the valley, the scent of her hair, even the aromas of her sweetened coffee as she took her sips. Magnificent, all of it, and, as the fingers brushing against her arm, her thighs, the tendrils of her hair confirmed, tangible and real. And the sounds, as well, the flow of the river and the town below slowly waking up and that laugh, turning his own contented sigh that way with a faint chuckle.

"A detail," he noted, "that has also remained consistent throughout its flourishing as well."

He kissed the top of her head, not wanting even his strong desire for tasting that sweetened coffee on her lips to change even a bit of their current position in that moment.

"But surely you understand a fatal flaw in this approach, my darling," he added, and she might not currently be able to see his grin, but she could no doubt here it in the richness of his drawl. "Now that you're up, you simply must know that I'll be wanting to make you breakfast."