fandomtownies | Luke's Diner; Tuesday [04/29].

It really did feel good to be back, to have some sense of normalcy and a return to routine. Granted, there was a good deal still on Ignis' mind...and now that he'd been honest with Liliana about his side quest for vampirism, he had a lot of work to do. If anything, the threat to Innistrad had really shown him that he'd best narrow in his focus and concentrate on accomplishing his task well before there was another opportunity for his plans to be put in jeopardy again.

But now, Innistrad was in a place of healing, just as he and Liliana were, after everything with Emrakul. If he wanted to make progress, he couldn't have asked for a better time to step in and make himself known to those who might one day be the progenitors of his immortality.

He was, oddly enough, in no rush to get started on that, though, even if he knew that the best time to strike was while the iron was hot. Or, in this case, before it cooled down. But he might need a bit more of a break from Innistrad before he truly got started on all of that.

And then there was Gladio and Prompto, and talking to them about it, as well. This weekend. On their camping trip. So he had that to worry about first.

One step at a time, really. And right now, the steps needing to be taken involved whipping up a specials board, and rather hoping his current preoccupations hadn't been too obvious in its selections.

....he had most certainly failed.

Today's Specials

Blood Orange Sweet and Sour Chicken
Bloody Mary Quinoa Burger with Fried Pickles
Sanguinaccio Dolce Gelato

Luke's is open!

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Liliana sauntered in, minor existential crisis banished to the depths of her psyche which remained delightfully unplumbed, took one look at the Special's Board and laughed. "Good afternoon, my darling," she said, sweeping up to the counter to slide her fingers through his and tug him in for a kiss. "How very...thematic."

"When one finds themselves caught in the swift current of their own thoughts," Ignis declared, eventually, after he'd kissed Liliana, after his fingers gently locked into place with hers, after his arm found its rightful place around her waist, after his smile warmed and settled in that ever-delightful sound of that laugh, "it is sometimes better to go with their flow than fight against it. But it's encouraging to know that my fine work isn't going entirely unappreciated."

"Well now I feel like I ought to be asking you..." Her voice lowered in both timbre and volume as she leaned in close, lips brushing over his ear. "...Hungry?" A rich purr, followed by a sharp nip to his earlobe.

The Specials Board that day had, in a way, been a sort of a conscious effort on Ignis' part to sort of get used to the idea a little more, as well. Every since he made his decision about this, there had been a part of his brain making the effort to rewire itself to grow accustomed to the idea, so that by the time he actually did make the change, by the time it was necessary, he would barely even balk at it.

But Liliana was always so adept at stirring up a multitude of hungers in him that, really, did he think he had anything to worry about? His growling "Always" came riding in on a groan, and then wasted no time in reclaiming her lips again to prove just how voracious that appetite was.

Another satisfied chuckle, low in her throat, that transmuted into a moan as his kiss deepened, lingered, leaving her clutching his shoulders to keep her hands from venturing anywhere else. Her silk-clad leg slid between his, thigh slipping through the slit to bare creamy skin, the runes once more faded back to near-invisibility.

"Good," she whispered when the kiss finally broke, her violet eyes gleaming. It turned out their thoughts were not too terribly dissimilar as she told him, "You may live to satiate my hungers, but I live to stoke yours."

Lead by his hips, guided by that leg between his thighs, Ignis' hands moved down Liliana's back. Sliding forward, pulling her in, keeping her there with very little left between their two bodies, and when the kiss broke, he ducked his head to nuzzle into her neck, kissing her throat to feel her low voice along her throat.

"How fortunate," he murmured into her ear, "that we should both excel so fervently in both those fields."

Hope the staff had appreciated the few weeks off from all of, y'know, this, because they were back and fully on their bullshit once more.

"Not unlike the give and take of any good dance," she agreed with a crooked grin. A nail slid down his throat to the hollow at the base of it, then over every button of his shirt. A reminder, perhaps, of how easily she could tear them off, one by one, if she'd had a mind to.

Greg, actually, had been sort of missing it. Not for any questionable reasons, although no one would he blamed for thinking that, but just because he almost always led in the pills, and he was finally making that sweet betting money again with precisely this bullshit taking them all of, what? Three seconds?

And while Ignis could have been potentially fussed about having to mend any of those buttons later, he instead just grinned. What was just a few buttons, anyway?

"Speaking of taking," he said, "I presume we'll be taking our lunch to go this week?"

"That does make it easier to get to the kind of taking I've been thinking about," Liliana said with another laugh, this one all promise.

He would, of course, return wearing a different shirt. One that had all of its buttons intact.

"I think it's time you were reminded why the apartment remains a good investment."

Luke's Diner; Tuesday [04/29].

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