[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]

[it's definitely not like kissing an incubus]

[but he has a lot of enthusiasm for you]

[redetermined]

[it's not a competition!!! Fon is enthusiastic too and clearly enjoying himself]

[dammitmaonmaon]

[Maon's hands start to roam down Fon's chest, to his waistband. public be damned.]

[redetermined]

[he's not not into it but if they start here it might escalate too quickly, so he grabs Maon's wrists, blushing]

Let's get home first, okay?

[dammitmaonmaon]

[looks just . . . barely contained, buzzing with energy, his eyes gleaming red]

[he smiles ♥]

Aye. Take me home.

[redetermined]

[doesn't even look back at the house, just takes Maon's hand and tugs him towards the street. how did they even get here? a bus? a cab?]

[dammitmaonmaon]

[make Tristan call us a ridesharing service. surely there's demon Lyft or something]

[let's go]