[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

[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.

[innerdemon]

[to Kano or to me or to Madison or]

I don't know what you want. At all. Ever. You demanded you keep an eye on us if we had to work together and now you're saying it like, if you're forced to cohabit with a demon, so like...? If you don't want us around we'll go and that's fine.

[boatsights]

[quiet, like he's not totally sure it's his place, but]

Sariel, it's . . . okay.

To—feel.

[liarliarliar]

You said that way nicer than I could have.

And Elli, we already talked earlier so. What you think of what I said is.

[shrugs]

[psychopompous]

[to Madison, sharply]

Who's saying that to me?

[boatsights]

I'm Madison. But I'm Gabriel, too. I think . . . we have pretty different approaches to it. And maybe you won't like mine. But I'm going to love demons and my boyfriend and cats and you, so that's just—

Being alone is the worst.

[psychopompous]

[a sour expression, as he looks away]

I can't help what I am.

[innerdemon]

Who can help you be what you are, then...?

[liarliarliar]

I mean. I been trying?

But I'm not ah. The most gentle of helpers perhaps.

And anyway, what Sariel is. Who he is. That's like sooooo many things.

[psychopompous]

. . .

[sinks forward, resting his elbows on his knees, looking . . . tired, bangs falling in front of his eyes. he doesn't even bother to shove them back, for once]

So many things you actually still want around? —I'm not being self-conscious, Kano, I just genuinely think I'd be disruptive to you.

[liarliarliar]

Of course you would be! That's what it's suppose to be like!

It's not going to be perfect! I don't want it to be! I don't want some weird matrix life where you never fuss at me!

I disrupt your life all the time and you still want me, right? Right??

[when did this shift from maddy and elluka living with us to maybe I should go. help help no.]

[innerdemon]

...You two have been together for ages...

[psychopompous]

It—hasn't been ages, it's been a few years, but—oh, really, Kano, don't look at me like that. I'm not—

[he draws in a deep breath, head in his hands]

I don't mind if—that is to say, I wouldn't object—we are not opposed to—

[]

[psychopompous]

[fucking]

You are all three, four, five—whatever, of you, strange and weird and annoying, and do things all wrong, and—I like you.

[boatsights]

[huh that sounded painful]

[liarliarliar]

Thank you.

[gets off the couch and just

obnoxiously bodily flops onto him like the worst koala onto his side]

You're a jerk sounding like you'd leave me alone. Make it up to me.

[innerdemon]

....how many people are we.... seven? Seven. Seven?

[psychopompous]

I said a nice thing, that is obviously enough to make up for everything I've ever said.

[wrapping an arm around Kano]