[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]

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.

[liarliarliar]

[pats with the hand not holding Madison's]

Don't worry. My sense of fear is strong enough for both of us.

[boatsights]

[huffs a little, twining their free hands together as well, dropping the muffin on a plate. double hand-holding]

Well, I used to be afraid of everything. So now we can be terrified of most things, except, when I decide I can level a mountain if I want to? —which I don't. But I probably could.

[liarliarliar]

Geez.

[double hand holding. this is so sappy wow]

Well, you'll need that much power with the way we're always getting into things. I'll provide the moral support.

[boatsights]

That's important.

[liarliarliar]

[huffs a little. it doesn't feel very important.]

What do you wanna do?

[boatsights]

[dumps a glass of water on him]

[liarliarliar]

[STARTLED CAT SORT OF SOUND]

[boatsights]

Oh—sorry—let's get you dried off.

[pulling him up, tugging him towards the hall]

[liarliarliar]

[WAIT WHATS HAPPENING

letting Madison drag him, still wide eyed and off guard]

Ah y-yes?

[boatsights]

[pulling him along to one of the bedrooms at the end of the hall]

[liarliarliar]

[welp gonna pull that door shut behind them yep]

I'm dripping...

[boatsights]

[—snorts, covering his flushed face with one hand]

I'll find you another shirt.

[liarliarliar]

[peels off his hoodie, then his shirt. and then just sits on the edge of the bed, still a little drippy]

Yeah, you. You do that.

[boatsights]

[has turned around quickly to avoid looking at him]

I'm going . . . to go into this closet and probably not come out. Sorry.

[WHICH HE DOES but at least it's a walk-in]

[liarliarliar]

So much for that predator instinct you had. Ah, I guess if things get steamy it's up to me?

[boatsights]

Predator instinct???

[muffled]

[liarliarliar]

[poking his head into the closet]

Iya~ Madison, pulling me around so strong and brutish.

[boatsights]

[grabs him and hauls him in]

[liarliarliar]

[yoinked on in, laughing a little

and kissing a boy]

[boatsights]

[gasping and kissing back breathlessly holy shit you are not wearing a whole lot of clothes right now]