[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]

[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.

[boatsights]

You didn't believe me that you were important . . .

[liarliarliar]

More like the role of moral support compared to. Everyone else who is strong or clever.

But I know it's stupid, okay? Just. Knee jerk stupid feelings.

[boatsights]

[. . . reaches up to run his fingers through Kano's hair]

I know. I understand that. I'm not . . . saying that you should change. Um. Although I'd like to work towards—

. . . ugh. I'm just—would it be better for you to be a meat puppet for a celestial being? That'll make you strong, but it's not like, I did anything to deserve it. Being me. You don't know . . . people really like you. People look to you. You're wonderful, you're the reason people who have talents want to use them. Can use them. I couldn't be me without you. Moral support—it's like saying a pillar that holds up the walls doesn't do anything special.

[he's rambling, and he knows it, but can't seem to stop himself]