arsgoetia | [Game 10] Epilogue

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[Game 10] Epilogue

That little diversion aside, with no sign of reoccurring, a few hours pass with the group together and Zoey is humming as she gathers materials for the magic circle in the basement.

There's still time before midnight to have whatever moments with everyone else you like before going home, but you can feel in the air that it'll be soon.

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[Directory, since layout is hiding comments: Kieran | Elluka | Kit | Bastien | Lucia | Zoey | Tristan | David Bellcourt | Yuki | Itachi | Ash]

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Tristan's presence is getting a little heavy, and he shifts his posture, tilting his head to the side as he watches Kieran.

Kieran's next breath is a little sharp.

"...You gave me a solid no already, Tristan," he says, after a few moments. "But then you started talking to me about it again. I'm open to that, but don't be shocked if I read into it that it means you want to talk to me about it again."

"I don't know," Tristan says, calmly.

Kieran... nods, after a moment.

Tristan laughs a little, again, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

Kieran hesitates, then reaches out to tuck some of Tristan's hair behind an ear.

Tristan grabs his wrist. "Ah-ah," he murmurs.

Kieran looks more confused than anything, but doesn't push it. "...If anyone can work this out, you can," he says, "that's all I was going to say." He starts to pull his hand back.

"You could," Tristan says idly, "probably do a lot, if you let yourself."

"There's probably a lot I'd be willing to do, if I knew what my options were..."

"Not many humans get very good at studying Hell," Tristan points out.

"I'm working on that one," Kieran says.

"The reason being," Tristan goes on, lifting a finger, "is that it's foolish and dangerous and has an incredibly high chance of engineering one's demise."

Kieran waits. Finger up means teacher is talking.

The corner of Tristan's mouth turns up a little. "I would go so far as to say that it is less of a chance and more of a certainty that your purity and survival, both physically and otherwise."

"Some exorcists seem to become big names. The Warrens. Stuff like that." He sounds a tiny bit pained in a sort of wry, inward-turning way.

Tristan rolls his eyes. "The ones humans know about are hardly the ones that we end up actually paying attention to."

"...Tristan, I don't know if I can dodge any attention I'm going to get given that I texted an exorcism prayer to Robin in the middle of an impromptu hearing of Lucia Bellcourt in front of Andromalius while she was having a possession-seizure? If nothing else. I feel like, all this stuff is out there and my options are hoping all these things get written off as a fluke or trying to learn as much as I can and do as much as I can to just be helpful and supportive, since protecting myself is apparently out of the question?"

Tristan puts a fingertip over his mouth.

"..." Kieran looks up at him.

"You could do it properly," he says, eyes fixed on Kieran, over the silver rim of his glasses.

"I'm not sure what you're getting at," Kieran says, making a kind of overt attempt to keep his voice even.

"Do what you want to do," Tristan says. "If you want to do it. But do it all the way, and know that you can't ever stop."

"What do you define as doing it all the way?"

"Getting a bit serious, instead of treating it like a hobby that you can drop whenever you like, for starters."

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