[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]

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.

[liarliarliar]

I was right about something. . .

[boatsights]

[laughs]

Maybe the idea came to you somehow.

[liarliarliar]

Maybe he stole my idea.

[boatsights]

[huffs a little laugh]

That wouldn't be the weirdest thing to happen.

[finishes one muffin, and snakes his hand down to hold Kano's]

[liarliarliar]

[oh /// hand squeeze]

So what was the training like? Did he sing that song from Mulan at you?

[boatsights]

[tonelessly]

Imagine sticking your face in a nest of spiders . . .

[liarliarliar]

NO???

[boatsights]

Okay, then don't ask me about that sort of thing.

[—softens it with a bit of a huff]

It was fine. Training, I mean. It was—hard. But I feel good.

[liarliarliar]

Like punch a shark good?

[boatsights]

Sharks are so cute, why would I punch one?

[liarliarliar]

I meant in terms of like power and confidence.

I don't endorse punching sharks.

[boatsights]

I mean, when all is said and done, I just spent three years with, you know. Possibly the most frightening being in this world.

I think my sense of fear is a little, um. Broken now.