arsgoetia | [Game 20] Epilogue

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 ♥]

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I'd be happy to help with that.

You already are. Like some strange pleasant dream I get to have every so often.

I'm glad I made an encore appearance, in that case.

[softly, kissing his jaw]

Are you?

[tilting his head into that, reaching one hand up to gently tangle in his hair]

Yeah, though, the choice of locale seems to be steadily getting worse.

There are plenty of rooms here.

Oh, I noticed, but it's still in Scotland.

[snorts]

I'll try to manage a nicer vacation spot for you next time.

So thoughtful, though, I guess as long as you show up, I don't really care too much about the locale.

—shit. That was smooth.

Thanks, I know.

Be gentle with me.

If you're sure. You didn't seem to mind it so much before.

[laughs, leaning into Remus's hair again, stroking his fingers down his back]

No, I probably don't mean that.

[gradually relaxing with all those touches, slowly melting onto him]

Well make up your mind soon, okay? I don't know what to do with all these mixed messages.

I'm sorry, am I giving mixed messages? I'm totally all yours, how's that?

[good enough for him to angle his head up to kiss him, apparently]

[parts his lips, leaning into that with a soft, shaky breath, immediately hungry]

[shivers when he feels that, but doesn't speed up his movements at all, his hand combing through Tristan's hair as he kisses him slow, indulgently.]

[look, I had a long, long couple days, and making out with this vampire that's madly in love with me is the best]

[had a pretty all right evening but there are only a few things that make him happier than making out with a cute demon, sighing happily into his mouth]