[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]

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.

[boatsights]

Um I guess that's one way to pass the time.

[liarliarliar]

Look okay.

I was just.

Curious.

[boatsights]

Curious, huh.

[liarliarliar]

Look you wouldn't do the same if I had something like that.

[boatsights]

. . . you were thinking about me . . .

[looks halfway between amused and some undefinable blushy emotion]

[liarliarliar]

It was important research.

[boatsights]

So.

Did you learn anything interesting?

[liarliarliar]

Well for one Supernatural is one of the biggest sources of wingfic.

[boatsights]

Is it . . . still going?

[liarliarliar]

Yes. Yes it is.

We're not watching that.

[boatsights]

Hah. Okay.

What should we watch? I want to—do things.

[liarliarliar]

I hear Stranger Things is good but it's scary so I haven't watched it yet. . .

[boatsights]

Ohh? Will you be brave enough with me?

[liarliarliar]

[...makes a vague sort of gesture that makes no promises of bravery]