Voicemail.

[chef_chocobro]

"You have reached the voicemail of Ingis Scientia. I am unavailable to take your call at this moment, but if you would please leave a message, I will assuredly get back to you as soon as possible."

**BEEEEEEP**

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[deathsmajesty]

Considering their proximity, one might have thought it would be difficult for Liliana to surprise Ignis with poetry while on their trip. But Liliana was creative and clever and there was no way she was going to miss the opportunity to leave him suggestive poetry in his messages on this, the (rough) anniversary of the time she'd so thoroughly claimed his heart from thousands of miles away by seeing him more clearly than he had been in years in lines of a prose poem written by a man in the middle of warfare.

Today's offering was not nearly so momentous, but she thought he might appreciate it anyway.

A reminder, my love, as brought to you by John Mark Green...
I want to wet your lips,
tantalize your tongue;
elevate your heart rate
and make your veins hum.
Burn like fire inside you
as you swallow me down.
Drink me--
drink deeply, my love.
Intoxicate yourself with my presence;
imbibe my essence.
I want to make you
so very dizzy;
stumble-footed
room-spinningly
drunk on love.