[Game 21] Epilogue

[arsgoetia]

So, you get your Philly cheesesteak, and you head back on another train, returning to New York at fuck o'clock in the morning. Maybe you get a nap on the train, or maybe you're full of yawns and misery as you head back to Sariel's house at the crack of dawn. Paz went on her merry way with wonderful promises for the future, but Hale is with you, seeming remarkably energetic.

Madison is just barely held back by Kieran, it seems, from just sprinting out the door as soon as you get anywhere near the yard. As it stands, as soon as you all make your way past the gate, there's a redhead barreling down to greet you.

Comments

[psychopompous]

Er. I suppose. Yes?

[innerdemon]

You know Luka and I, uh...? [gestures sort of to herself]

[psychopompous]

I'm very aware.

[psychopompous]

[shit. chill.]

. . . it's—fine. It's fine. I don't mind it.

[innerdemon]

Oh. You minded. I heard that. I'm getting more emotionally astute, Elli says.

[psychopompous]

Luka!

I don't mind. I just . . . am working on. Old reactions.

[innerdemon]

[puts a hand on Sariel's cheek]

I don't know either.

[psychopompous]

[looks amazingly confused and distinctly not pulling away and just staring]

[innerdemon]

I'm scared most of the time, and I'm jealous? Even now I think, don't, say that, to the angel.

[psychopompous]

[. . . exhales in a huff, and tilts his head into Luka's touch. low voice soft and slightly breathy]

We can work on that.

[innerdemon]

[knits his brows together, curious]

I'm very weak. Compared to you. To the demons we meet and face.

[psychopompous]

. . . I didn't feel very strong today, either.

[innerdemon]

It's scary, right? That's me always. But what can you do?

[psychopompous]

. . . we did—alright today. Working together.

[innerdemon]

Oh. Romance. You're romancing me.

[psychopompous]

No!

[innerdemon]

Oh. No?

[psychopompous]

I suppose?

[innerdemon]

You... suppose what...

[psychopompous]

I'm just—saying what I feel. If you find it romantic, then that's fine.

[innerdemon]

Oh. I meant your intentions, so never mind.

[psychopompous]

[. . . leans in and just. bonks his forehead against Luka's]

[innerdemon]

[...touches two fingertips to the rim of one ear. Hello.]

[psychopompous]

[makes a little . . . encouraging sound]

[innerdemon]

You're tired.