[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

[dammitmaonmaon]

Who dae ye think y'er talkin' to?

[liarliarliar]

A man of many hats.

[leans down to place a small leaf on Maon's forehead carefully]

[dammitmaonmaon]

[reaches a hand up to him, huffing at the leaf. it wobbles, but stays in place]

Are ye gonna be a'richt? Truth.

[liarliarliar]

I hate truth...

[sighs a little, reaching down to grab his hand and swing it back and forth a little, looking like they're still playing to anyone watching]

I don't know. I hope so. I don't like feeling this way.

[dammitmaonmaon]

[casually rolls backwards, kicking some leaves up at him]

Ye wantae talk?

[liarliarliar]

Not really...

It's a lot of things and. I know which parts are stupid. And the things I can't change. And the things I can only wait to see.

And it all feels like a lot...

[swatting at the leaves]

And I'm always wishing I was just. Something more or something different or someone different and I can't be anything but what I am.

[dammitmaonmaon]

Hmmm . . . I dinnae think tis stupid. I've been feelin' a wee bit like tha myself, lately. Tis easy tae get frustrated when ye'r surrounded by people that seem so much bigger an' better an' brighter.

An' tis not something I've come tae terms with o'ernight. But what kind o' world would it be, if everyone were a shining hero? I cannae imagine. Th' wee things I can do, I think they're important, too. Ahh, an' like ye say, tis not as though I can be anyone but me.

[liarliarliar]

You can't.

Well I mean you can. I did it once?

It didn't work out well and I regret that I did it.

[huffs]

Still, it's hard not to wish sometimes that I was seven feet tall and could pick a person up and carry them away from trauma and murder.

[dammitmaonmaon]

Aye. But we're small an' strange an' cheerful things, an' maybe who we are is needed, too.

[liarliarliar]

It is but it was very hard for me specifically to be cheerful over an endless fall.

I need to ask someone to carry me thirty feet in the air and dangle me until I'm dead inside to it.

No one is going to agree to that.

[dammitmaonmaon]

[blinks at him]

[liarliarliar]

. . .what?

[dammitmaonmaon]

I would . . .

[liarliarliar]

I mean you...can't fly. We'd need somewhere tall.

Very strong rope.

Your arms are very skinny.

[dammitmaonmaon]

Dinnae underestimate me.

[liarliarliar]

Well, it won't be FUN but.

If you actually want to. I mean.

I really want to get. Better.