[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]

Okay yeah but understand you're surrounded by a bunch of people who would do things that runs counter to their own happiness for a variety of reasons.

[boatsights]

Um . . . that's true.

Ah—and Luka and Elli, you mentioned?

[liarliarliar]

They been staying with us because they had to help with the stuff to find you.

It's. Been fun? It's nice to have more people around. They're not as fussy as Sariel. And I can tell Elli really likes it.

It feels. More like what my old home was like.

[boatsights]

Ah . . .

[liarliarliar]

So I'll have to sort them all out eventually to try to keep things together.

[boatsights]

For the future.

[liarliarliar]

My cute fun family future.

[boatsights]

Okay.

[firmly. too firmly.]

[liarliarliar]

...what is it?

[boatsights]

I want that future to happen, too.

[liarliarliar]

Well, no worries.

This is something I can do.

[boatsights]

Be loved?

[liarliarliar]

You're making me bullying them into something sappy!

[boatsights]

I am going to do this all the time.

[liarliarliar]

But why.

[boatsights]

Why not?

[liarliarliar]

Does everyone just see me as this soft sweet kitten of a guy...

[boatsights]

Um . . . I'm not sure what you mean.

[liarliarliar]

All that sappy stuff doesn't go with my obnoxious personality.

[boatsights]

Oh, well, if you don't want to be romantic . . .

[tugging his hand free]

[liarliarliar]

. . .

[uses his free hand to start tickling Madison's face with the feather]

[boatsights]

[—sputtering, letting out a laugh]

[liarliarliar]

You foooool. You gave me an instrument of destruction.

[boatsights]

Let's not pretend that I'm the one with a weakness to feathers, Shuuya.

[liarliarliar]

Maybe so.

But I've read lots of wingfic. I'm ready to win a battle against them.