[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]

. . .

[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]

[boatsights]

[—l-laughing]

[liarliarliar]

Seven and a snake.

[stays attached to Sariel]

And no, you owe me for sure. I've been so brave and patient today I deserve all sorts of nice things.

Maybe you can do my share of the chores.

[innerdemon]

Eight? Are we all seeing double?

Elli likes you too.

[psychopompous]

I already do your chores, you—

[. . . looks at Elluka like. oh.]

. . . thank you?

[???]

[innerdemon]

...you didn't know...

[liarliarliar]

Rom com misunderstanding forever wow.

[boatsights]

Shuuya, be nice.

[psychopompous]

It's not a rom-com misunderstanding, it was never mentioned.

[innerdemon]

Look, I, what do you think I have for me, I guess some jerk angel is enough to make me feel "oh right, that's what a family's like".

It's not a rom-com.

[liarliarliar]

Oh, let me have my teasing.

It's all I have.

[boatsights]

Surely not everything. You also have a cute family.

[psychopompous]

[bristles a little, but just tucks Kano irritably against his side, chin on his head]

[innerdemon]

[sits awkwardly]

Oh. Um. Right, Madison, speaking of people who live, together, Sera wanted to text with you when you were up to it, to say hi. She doesn't think Tristan's mobile hotspot has enough data to bring her over but—

[rambling]

[liarliarliar]

[what a tiring day. gets comfy against Sariel looking every bit like a child and not caring]

Tell Sera hi for me tooooo.

[boatsights]

[immediately pulling out his phone, hopping up]

Oh—um. Please excuse me, then.

[psychopompous]

[just grumbling]