[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

[dammitmaonmaon]

[stops, hands shoved in his pockets]

[arsgoetia]

"Ah cuid be usin` a walk myself."

[dammitmaonmaon]

. . . awright.

[letting out a sigh, falling into pace next to her]

[arsgoetia]

She walks in silence with him for a little while.

"Howfur was it?"

[dammitmaonmaon]

Dinnae ken what ye'r askin.

[arsgoetia]

"I ken when ye'r hurt or frustrated or any such thing. That's what a'm asking about."

[dammitmaonmaon]

Ah. Thought so.

[he touches a hand to his chest lightly]

. . . mm. A'm not sure . . . what it is I feel. Except bad.

[arsgoetia]

"Talk aroond it 'til ye find it out?" She puts her arm around his shoulders.

[dammitmaonmaon]

[. . . he sniffles a little, turning to press his face into her shoulder]

Mum . . .

[arsgoetia]

"Oh, my wee bairn." She pulls him into her arms, squeezing firmly.

[dammitmaonmaon]

[has Maon even cried on you as a baby? jury's out on that one. he's weeping really quietly now, though, like he's not totally sure what sounds are escaping]

[arsgoetia]

She rocks him, rubbing his back. After a few moments, she starts singing a soft gaelic lullaby to him.

[dammitmaonmaon]

[slowly starting to relax against her, still sniffling every so often]

[arsgoetia]

She begins kissing the top of his head between each verse, then every line...

[dammitmaonmaon]

[eventually squirming away]

Mummm . . .!

[arsgoetia]

"Cannae stop, willnae stop."