Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

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.]

Their tree bought and given time to settle, the decorations hauled out of storage and adorning the interior of the mansion, tree-trimming snacks prepared and plated, the holiday music softly playing through discretely placed speakers, and aggressive fruitcakes still regrouping for their next assault...well what better time to set to decorating their tree? And, unlike last year, there was no question whether or not it was their tree.

There were a lot of things that had questioned then that were absolute certainties now. What a difference a mere year could make, no?

[For the paramour in question, but also open for calls and visitors. Something N-sfwy this way comes.]

All the prep work done for her final, save actually programming it into the Danger Shop - hmm, perhaps she should tap Prompto for his assistance with that, wouldn't want another plant defense fiasco - was mapped out and planned for, including a literal map. She was pleased with it, whether or not her students would be was a different story.

Rather than continue to poke at that, she'd turned her attention to creating a syllabus and outline for her next class. She really ought to return to Innistrad to collect some of her old books and notes and the like, but that could wait a bit. She was writing up what she could now and making notes of places she'd needed to revisit once she had access to more materials.

And she was humming, of course. Look, this was exactly the kind of thing she loved. Fucking nerd.

[And now NSFW!]