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Caritas; Wednesday [02/12].

Summer was in a very different place than she was last time the island was beset by this particularly sexy bout of whimsy, which mostly just meant that she was slightly annoyed and reluctant to head into the bar that day, but she figured it was good to get, you know, some fresh air and be a productive member of society or whatever. She did come prepared, though, repurposing one of her spray bottles that she usually used on Pancakes when she tried to eat plants and keeping it full of ice water to spray at people who were getting a little too...well...you know...

This was mostly to use on Tino, yes, and, at one point, she did have to threaten to upgrade the ice water to literal acid. So that was fun.

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Pink Sweetie Valen-tini

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Bleeding Heart
Chocolate Covered Strawberry

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Listen, Liliana and Ignis had enough problems keeping their hands off of one another most weeks; trying to get anything done during pollen weeks when they remained in the same vicinity was a sheer impossibility. And so, Liliana had decided to give her paramour a few hours of peace this evening and had taken herself off to Caritas for a drink.

...Also, she liked it when he missed her. He tended to get creative.

Luckily for everyone involved, she hadn't yet become aware of one of the other patrons of the bar yet. "Well hello darlings," she purred, sauntering in and over to the bar. "I just have to have a bleeding heart."

When Liliana came sweeping in without Ignis either pretty much attached to her or following in her wake, Summer's immediate urge was to whip out her phone and call him and demand answers about what happened (and if just maybe he might need some very timely consolation?).

But for now she was just going to lift a brow and grab a shot and set it down with a snort.

"One of the few time," she stated, "I can actually imagine you with one, Liliana. How's it going? Needed a breather?"

Ohmygod, if it wasn't that, this might be gossip juicy enough to get her to focus on something else for a hot minute.

"Oh, darling," Liliana said with a low, husky - one might even say bedroom - laugh, "I've had many hearts of various level of bleeding, I assure you." And then she stretched, looking very smug. Which was hilarious because she was attempting to look innocent. "Apparently I am making things very hard in the kitchen." Yes, that phrasing was deliberate. "So for the sake of our meals over the next few days, I am spending a few hours away from the mansion."

Not-at-all sorry, Summer, your consolation would not be needed at this time.

You never know! At some point, she may still be tempted to make some sort of check-in call. You know. Just to make sure...

For now, though, Summer was just shaking her head. "That man has really got to start embracing the beauty that is take-out. Seriously? Cooking? At a time like..."

She seemed to notice the jello shots in the corner of her eye.

"Okay, never mind, I think I get it. And also, I mean, he is, like, mortal, you might be saving more than just the meals in your immediate future."

Oh, but do it while she was there so she could hear, darling. That sounded hilarious.

"Mortal or not, he fucks like a champion, darling," Liliana said because why be modest? "If he's going to do all that training, I might as well reap the benefits of it." And, you know, push the resultant conditioning to the absolute edge. "And he did unbend enough to order takeout last night." Which was possibly why she wasn't allowed to bother him in the kitchen again tonight. Possibly. I believe the plan may be to make several days' worth of meals so my steward can heat them up when we've finally satisfied one hunger to indulge in the next. At least until the first takes over again."

Why did people hate this week? It was fantastic.

Summer definitely did not hate this week at all now that she was no longer an insecure teenager or dating a guy who thought solving world hunger was more important than dicking down.

Like, priorities, Barry, come on! And last she checked? Yeah, still starving children in the world. Sounds like someone's brilliant mind was lacking a little post-nut clarity breakthrough, but whatever.

Summer looked at Liliana like she could think of at least one reason why she could be modest, because now Summer was thinking about it, and did she really need that in her head? And she almost wanted to ask how, if it was so good, then why was she here, but, again, she was thinking about it, and, yeah, no, she believed every word of it, and so she sighed.

To think, she was focusing on so the wrong side of catching a rebound on that break-up, clearly.

"Well, you'll definitely need the fuel for energy, I guess.

Come on, Barry. You had 358 other days to solve world hunger. If it wasn't done by then, it just comes across like an excuse.

"Exactly," she said. "And..." She leaned in as if to share a secret. "The next time Ignis starts thinking that there might be something else he ought to be doing, I'll simply offer to leave again to give him the chance to concentrate. And that should take care of that foolishness immediately."

A good reminder of how much he missed her.

"I don't know, Liliana," said Summer, with a doubtful sort of click of her tongue and a shrug of a shoulder, "if he's still starting to think of something else on a week like this one, that sounds like a," it was her turn to lean in as if with a secret of her own, "skill issue."

Liliana just laughed. "Darling, you've met the man," she said. "It will take more than an island full of magical pollen to stop him from considering his responsibilities." A toss of her hair, releasing a cloud of cedar and mulberry. "The skill isn't in preventing his attention from being tugged elsewhere, it's ensnaring it again the moment I want it back."

"Mmhm," said Summer, who had to admit, if poking at Liliana's smugness for holes meant more hairtosses, she was into it. "And what if something else ensnares it first?"

If Summer wanted to pierce Liliana's smugness, she'd have to pick a topic that wasn't Ignis' devotion. The man was tragically loyal and that was before Liliana's own Liliana-ness entered the picture.

Which was why she was laughing again. It did very nice things for her chest. "I suppose if there was a real and true emergency, I would just have to deal," she said, because surely that was the only possibility of something that could hold his attention enough that she couldn't take it back.

...Since a certain King had died two years ago, of course. But catch Liliana bringing that up.

"All I'm saying," said Summer, holding up her hands with a laugh of her own, "is there's really old movie from before I was born," by, like, one year, Summer, calm down, "that was, like, notorious for a scene of a dude fucking a pie. And that man is very passionate about his cooking, Liliana."

A beat.

"Very passionate."

Okay, that threw Liliana. Not because she thought it was a concern, but what the fuck?

"And waste food?" she scoffed. "My fastidious paramour?"

But she was absolutely going to mention it to him. Just to watch his reaction.

"There wouldn't even be friction."

"Liliana," Stark said with a nod and a lift of his cocktail. And a very respectful look that was not at all ruined when her voice was such a purr.

"Stark," Liliana returned, that purr still well in attendance. "And how is this week treating you, darling?"

"The week is treating me very well," he said, glancing over at Summer.

The best of these weeks Stark had had, honestly.

"Thank you. You look well."

Yes, 'well.' Totally the word that best described Liliana.

"Well?" Liliana wrinkled her nose. "Come now, Stark. You sound like you're talking to your eighty-year old maiden aunt you're visiting for tea to remain in her will. You can do better. Something more accurate, less anemic."

"I sound like what?" You'd lost him, Liliana. He didn't have an aunt and surely wasn't in any wills!

Well, not really. He was still attentive!

"You do look well. Well satisfied. And well pleased with yourself. And lovely, as always."

"Much better," Liliana said, preening a bit. "And yes, I am all three. As per usual, though I must say, this week makes at least the first two truer than most."

She took a sip of her drink, smile going a little hazy. "And in a little while, I shall be returning home to reaffirm that as well."

Absence making the heart grow fonder there, Liliana?

"It's good to get out for some air," Stark said. Even if he had grumbled much more than usual about leaving Summer alone to tend to her jello today.

"And then very good to come back together."

How dare. She was just thinking of the truly excellent sex she'd been enjoying this week, thank you.

"Mmm. I'm giving Ignis the gift of some uninterrupted cooking time," she said. "I'll be amply rewarded upon my return home."

How was that different than any other week, Lili? Really?

"I'm sure you will be," Stark said after a moment of trying to think of something to say that wouldn't be too awkward.

And that was why the 'per usual'!

She just gave him a bright smile. "I'd go into details, but Ignis is a private man. Sadly for me, I do so love a brag."

"If I had to guess there isn't anyone on the island he would want to know about your relationship than he would me," Stark said.

Although Stark was thinking, idly, about how some version of him had had a child with some version of Ignis. Just idle curious thoughts.

Big words, considering there was currently a vampire sharing the bar with you, Stark.

"Mmm, I doubt he's ever considered it overall," she said with a small, secretive smile, considering a particular phone call and his gratitude that she'd verified he was by himself before launching into her idea. "I'm sure I'll wage war on that at some point."

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