[Game 20] Epilogue

[arsgoetia]

Maon leads the way back towards civilization—somehow making his way easily back out through the woods, and you know, there's some things you just don't ask about.

It's a little longer walk back than it was getting there—you'd ended up popping out in a slightly different location. The sun isn't quite up enough to be causing any adverse side effects, and somehow as you walk, you find any fatigue or pain or chill drifting away, leaving you feeling rejuvinated rather than exhausted. The really happy archangel might be partially to blame for that.

The cottage soon comes into sight. Siùsaidh is sitting on the porch waiting, and Tristan's car is once again parked outside.

"Tis about time ye got back," she says firmly. "Tis been three days, and I can only mind an incubus in my home fer so long. Step inside for breakfast, now, won't ye?"

[we will continue to pick at threads in the Endgame but feel free to hit up anybody anywhere in the Epilogue! thanks for the game, see you again in three years soon ♥]

Comments

[boatsights]

[sinks down next to him on the couch, tucking his feet up underneath him. he's a little long-limbed to do the make-myself-into-a-ball posture, but he does his best]

Oh—yes, I'm hungry.

[liarliarliar]

[pases him a muffin]

You really are tall now...

[boatsights]

. . .

[taking it very quickly, gaze dropping]

Is it—um. Okay? I feel very different. I wasn't sure . . . if you'd still like . . .

[liarliarliar]

The problem now is that you're so hot you're out of my league. People are gonna see us together and think wow. What's that 6 doing with a redheaded 10?

[boatsights]

Shuuya, I'm being serious . . .

[liarliarliar]

I mean. I'm JEALOUS that you're so tall. But I don't hate it.

You really are like. Super hot.

[boatsights]

[starting to go really red]

I'm—I mean. I. Um. I'm different. It's been so long—

[liarliarliar]

So we'll just date and get to know each other properly.

That's fine, isn't it?

[boatsights]

If. If that's what you want!

[liarliarliar]

It is.

What do you want?

[boatsights]

You.

[liarliarliar]

[d-d-d-direct hit]

Ah.

[boatsights]

And, um, a lot of other things, I'd like to—I feel like . . . I can live properly now, and I want to—I want to, even if it's only . . . for a little while.

But also, I missed you so . . . so much.

[liarliarliar]

I missed you too.

I'm sorry I didn't bring you a present. Happy birthday.

[boatsights]

Um, there's a really, really obvious comeback to that.

[liarliarliar]

[his turn to redden]

Of varying levels of filth.

[boatsights]

I'll try to behave.

[liarliarliar]

I know it's hard when I'm just so precious.

[boatsights]

Um. Is that why.

[liarliarliar]

I dunno. Is it.

[hands over another muffin]

[boatsights]

[had only just picked at the first one, and now has both hands full]

I dunno.

[liarliarliar]

[huffs a little laugh]

So. Were you on a cruise?

[boatsights]

Yes.

[liarliarliar]

. . .

Are you messing with me.

[boatsights]

No, my cousin kept me on a huge boat. It was always moving so nobody could track it. There were always demons around, but it was really lonely. My cousin came and went, but spent most of the time training me.