Casa da Tia, Peso da Régua, to Estrada Nacional 222, Douro Valley, Portugal, Friday

[deathsmajesty]

It would hardly be a birthday trip for Ignis if they hadn't gone somewhere that specialized in wine, and while Liliana doubted that they would take to Portugal in quite the same way they had to Argentina, it certainly wasn't because the Douro River Valley was in any way lacking. (Of course it wasn't, she had researched the place thoroughly before providing Ignis with what she refused to call a presentation, even if the term wouldn't exactly be inaccurate.) Rather than a resort, they were staying in Casa da Tia, a gorgeous apartment complete with a full kitchen and a fridge that Liliana had paid to have stocked with groceries from local shops and markets, including a truly ridiculous amount of Portuguese coffee. Which was immediately joined by Argentine coffee and several flats of Ebony upon their arrival, of course, but Portugal had a rich coffee culture and they could no more ignore that than they could the vineyards and wines that had histories dated back all the way to the Roman occupation.

The past two days had been a whirlwind of shops, cafes, bistros, and wine bars, leaving Liliana laughingly declaring that today they would be doing nothing more than lazing about in their rental, perhaps (perhaps!) bestirring themselves for another riverboat wine tour around dinnertime if they felt truly ambitious.

Whether or not Ignis believed her when they'd gone to bed was unimportant, considering he was getting his first birthday surprise bright and (ugh) early the morning of his birthday, when Liliana stepped outside onto the balcony to join him for his first coffee of the day, cradling a mug in her own hands, wearing only her dressing gown with the Chain Veil in her pocket, too early even for her headdress. In front of them, the sky lightened in a truly glorious sunrise, which easily could have taken place several hours hence, but knowing what she did, she found she could not truly blame him for waking up early and enjoying it.

"Bom dia, meu porto seguro," she said, crossing to him to brush her lips lightly over his. "Feliz aniversário pra você.

[For the birthday boy, por favor. A bit of birthday nsfw in there, too.]

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[chef_chocobro]

If Ignis did, in fact, take Liliana at her word about today being a day of lazing about (which already was on shaky ground; today was his birthday proper, and surely she would know how little that sort of thing fit into any of his perceptions of ideal, and it would be much better suited or tomorrow's agenda), any support for that claim was utterly abolished the moment she joined him on the balcony before he'd finished his first cup. Granted, he had been taking his time not only in luxuriating in its excellence, but also in just being particularly reflective that morning, on everything that brought him here to this exact spot in this exact moment, and how, in all of his calculations and strategy, speculation and forethought, even with his brief flirtations with premonition and prophesy, he could have never predicted anything like this.

"Mmm," he hummed, pulled slowly, but eagerly from his wandering mind into that kiss, marveling at how, for as cool and chill as Liliana's touch was, it still somehow managed to warm him even more than his coffee. "Injusto. No he tenido tiempo de repasar mi portugués."

He did, however, appreciate that the common roots did mean that all the Spanish he'd been refining could still be utilized to good effect for comprehension. But that was neither here nor there just now, as he was setting down his mug so that he could better slip an arm around her for a kiss well beyond that initial brush.

"But thank you," he then said, smile easy as his forehead leaned against hers, "calor do meu coração." The smile then grew. "Is my gift you actually being up at a reasonable hour?"