[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

[boatsights]

It's very alright.

[tenebrat]

Thank you, I--

I won't take up very much room at all, I promise.

[boatsights]

Tristan will pay for a bigger place.

[turnonmycharm]

I'm being bullied.

[tenebrat]

It is not as if I have any belongings--

[ a pause ]

I have a sword. Um. That's it. In any case, I do not need a room or any such things... anything I need, I can keep within myself. I do not want Tristan to have to pay uselessly for me. Of course, I will say nothing about any things the rest of you might need.

[turnonmycharm]

Oh, I'm used to everyone abusing my generosity.

[boatsights]

He likes it.

[tenebrat]

Oh, it is masochism.