[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

[psychopompous]

[clears his throat loudly, from behind them]

[innerdemon]

[freezes]

Oh I didn't do anything to the archangel though.

[liarliarliar]

...ah?

[stirring from his sleep with a little huff before drowsily pushing himself up off of Madison's lap, still sleepy eyed]

Oh, niichan came back.

[boatsights]

Ah—Sariel . . .

Won't you sit down?

[psychopompous]

[stares at all three of them, before slowly lowering himself into a chair opposite them, like this is some sort of terrible inquisition]

Very well.

[innerdemon]

...You can take the couch...

[liarliarliar]

He if gets on here I can sleep on a literal bed of angels which is on my bucket list.

Ah. Madison asked to come stay with us. Is that okay with everyone?

He can reach high places much better than I can.

[boatsights]

Yes, my usefulness . . .

[psychopompous]

. . .

[crosses his arms]

I don't know why I'm being consulted. I will abide by whatever Gabriel and Kano prefer. Even if it means further unnecessarily voluntary cohabitation with the demon.

[innerdemon]

[sloooowly tilts head]

Oh no it doesn't have to include me. I just offered you the couch, even.

[liarliarliar]

[breath in breath out meme goes here]

Sariel, I'm not going to make you do something you really don't want to do. You didn't answer my question.

I know you're wound super tight but how about you just be honest instead? I mean, I've been managing that a lot and it's not my strong point so.

[boatsights]

[goes unhappily quiet]

[psychopompous]

I said, it's fine.

[did you really say that]

[innerdemon]

...You just implied it would be overwriting your own will while throwing around words like unnecessary and abide and stuff.

Honestly, it doesn't matter, you two, I just. I'm used to being on the move and all. It's not like I won't ever see you.

[liarliarliar]

Right. You're acting like I'm your boss and that's. Noooottt our relationship. I don't want it to be. That would be a disaster.

And I know I've been really. Enthusiastic about having Elli and Luka stay. And Madison moving in. And I don't want to force anything on you.

But let's just. Work out what the real answer to all that is now. Without it being oh no I had a feeling let me bury it in the backyard like a squirrel.

[liarliarliar]

We have to stop burying our feeling acorns. We all need therapy. And cats.

And. And I'm not awake enough for this help.

[psychopompous]

. . .

We asked Luka. They said "no, Elli and I have always been on our own, so it doesn't matter."

[innerdemon]

We... asked you first and you refused to say anything and it's probably a bad idea to have Luka spying on an archangel and we have always been on our own so why should it matter if we go back to that!

[liarliarliar]

Wow did you guys seriously rom com misunderstanding this ENTIRE THING?

[boatsights]

Oh . . .

[psychopompous]

No!

—your protests about "spying" on an archangel are irrelevant, however. It's obvious that it is not our nor your decision to make, in that regard.

[innerdemon]

It's not a rom-com misunderstanding, he never actually wanted us around and he's made that clear enough that I felt stupid for trying to bring it up.

[liarliarliar]

No, he's like that to everyone have you heard how he use to talk to me.

How he still sometimes talks to me.

How he talked to me like within the last five minutes where he acted like I was a terrible boss instead of the boy he CRIED because of after the escape room incident.

[psychopompous]

. . .

[he whips his head up to glare at him]

[psychopompous]

[then just. presses the heels of his hands against his eyes, face covered, a muffled aggravated noise]

. . . I'm sorry. That was—rude of us.