[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]

U-unless you want me to??

[liarliarliar]

I'm not upset.

I'm really happy about it for some reason?

[boatsights]

For some reason . . .

[liarliarliar]

And now I have a magic feather.

[tucks it behind an ear]

[boatsights]

[. . . huffs]

You can get your fingers all up in the rest of them later on.

[liarliarliar]

I better.

Wingfic. Wingfic.

[boatsights]

[choking on a laugh, holding a hand out to him]

[liarliarliar]

[takes his hand]

[boatsights]

[. . .]