[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

[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]

[liarliarliar]

[this is winning. winning and tongues and not tasting like vomit anymore which is a bonus

and also a lot of being on tippy toes]

[boatsights]

[well, we can fix the tippy toe problem by dragging you down onto a pile of spare sheets]

[liarliarliar]

[when the kiss breaks he looks pretty flustered but happy]

You're. Really tall. Haaa....

[brushing back Madison's hair to behind his ears]

[boatsights]

I don't know where to put my legs.

[squirming a little. his braid is pretty much totally undone by now]

[liarliarliar]

Uhm well we could sit up and I could sit in your lap...? Or you could uhm...

[boatsights]

I actually didn't dump water on you to get you in here—! I'm not complaining but I feel like I should clarify that!

[liarliarliar]

Did you do it because you were mad. . . I briefly thought that might be the case but then the rest of me ditched that for the exciting option.