[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]

I don't like heights. It's...

Well, the reason isn't important right now.

[innerdemon]

I think, maybe the reasons that are important to us don't go away when the context does.

[liarliarliar]

My older sister. Ah.

[doesn't elaborate]

I mean I can be in high places and get through it fine. But uhm. It helped.

[innerdemon]

Oh... I'm really sorry. I know what you mean.

[Drapes on him more thoroughly]

I'm not a fan of knives. Especially kitchen knives. Whoa getting dark here sorry.

[liarliarliar]

Yeah no that's fine. I'm not a huge fan either.

And everyone always carries like thirty knives here it's the worst. Why do all these teenagers have knives.

[innerdemon]

This is why I use a gun.

[liarliarliar]

That's how I died the second time but you know.

That is still way faster and less awful than the knife it took like seconds. Guns are way less awful.

[innerdemon]

I'm sorry!! Yeah though that's um. My impression. Of ways to die.

[liarliarliar]

You don't have to be sorry and I'm not bothered.

[innerdemon]

[peers into his face to confirm]

I can be a little sorry on somehow nailing 2 for 2 personal traumas...?

[liarliarliar]

Well, now we know to be careful with each other when we're in the kitchen. Right? And guns I don't mind unless they're pointed at me.

So really this has been a great fact finding mission for us both.

[innerdemon]

[l-laughs]

Thanks. Promise not to point any guns at you.

[liarliarliar]

Promise not to imitate that scene from Psycho at you.

[innerdemon]

So do you ever stop and look back at things like "actually maybe that messed me up a little"?

[liarliarliar]

The first six years of my life basically explains almost everything about me.

So yes.

[innerdemon]

Yeah but the thinking about it part. ... jeez I can't believe I'm talking about this right after Madison came back to you.

[liarliarliar]

I don't mind. I kind of can't exist at that constant level of joy I would get tired. You're doing me a favor.

Keep going. I wanna listen.

[innerdemon]

If you're... Sure...

Do you remember that mojo Jojo ex of Tristan's and how I wigged out at him...?

[liarliarliar]

Oh right. I don't remember you wigging out just being like. Afraid.

I remember being afraid of things.

[innerdemon]

Are you... not now?

[liarliarliar]

Not right now. But I still get afraid a lot. I was really afraid earlier.

So were you.

[innerdemon]

I'm usually afraid, yeah. Or angry. Or both.

Luka isn't, so that's... Nice.

[liarliarliar]

It's calming?

[innerdemon]

Sort of yeah. He doesn't stifle my feelings usually but feeling something inside you that just doesn't care that much can sometimes be, I dunno.

[liarliarliar]

Mine doesn't really interact with me so I can't relate. But it doesn't sound so bad.