Epilogue

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EPILOGUE

Your stopped time has restarted. Whether you were in the grassy field or fighting for your life on the castle grounds, you'll suddenly find yourself in an untouched area of the gardens. Ish is back, and so are the items, and the dead.

You return to Chateau Ambregris with the certain knowledge that come Monday, you will greet a new week, in a home of your own choosing. No longer will the chime of the clocks hunt you down, no longer will the oppressive scent of roses haunt your senses, no longer will you be forced to watch the death of those you've come to love and hate.

Parting is such a bittersweet sorrow, isn't it?

Make merry one last time, in this castle of illusions. Ironically, your memories of this stolen time that never existed are the one thing that will truly remain to you.

END NOTES

🔮 All dead are revived as tsukumogami! Congrats on your immortality(?)
🔮 Any other contracts made with Ish will be honored
🔮 Characters may choose to leave for any world they desire.
🔮 Time has not passed while you were stuck in this loop!
🔮 There will be no cross-dimensional world travel, except for on Samhain (Witches New Year October 31st/November 1st). On these dates, Ish will enable everyone to visit each other's world freely.
🔮 Universal Communication will be possible, courtesy of Manba and Ish. Everyone who wants one will be given a small fox that can communicate with other foxes through voice and video; the foxes can talk and are fairly simple creatures, enjoy them and give them fried tofu once in a while.
🔮 Powers are on for the finale, but Ish will step in and yeet anyone who gets too out of hand back to their homeworld, so play nice! (or relatively nice. )

[OOC: Welcome to your epilogue! The timeloop is ended, the evil has been defeated, and you have some time to catch your breath in the castle before the rest of your life begins! ]

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[coldseep]

( He should wait until Yoru is ready to look at him, but ... he can't help it. He can't always be perfectly demure. He is a dragon, in the end.

He shifts from where he sits and onto his side, a little more on his legs, drifting closer - until he appears, welcome or not, in Yoru's vision. His smile is sad, still a little wet, but kind. He takes Yoru's hand in his, palm to palm, fingers curling over the back - loosely. )

Never.

( His voice is gentle - not so much to soften himself for Yoru, but because he speaks from the heart. Though their relationship had been fraught with teeth, Hwylryn's fondness for him takes this tone, this shape.

He doesn't want to be strangers. How that coexists with the idea of starting over, it seems unclear - but Hwylryn speaks as if it were doable; as if it were so. )

Wasn't it exciting to get to know me? How often can two do it a second time?

( It was exciting for him to learn Yoru - and, perhaps, selfishly, he'd made this suggestion because it brought joy to him. In the same way Hwylryn likes to give gifts, things that he likes that he wants to share with others, this, too, is that. )

Yoru; my old and new friend, and dear insomniac... I'm sorry... I wasn't careful with your heart. If you'd have me split my chest now for you to see the truth of my answer, I would. I think that's only fair to you.

cw: self-mutilation/gore

[diel]

[ hwylryn’s gentleness and emotional fragility had been what had drawn jin to him, what his young heart had thought was like calling to like and he’d stumble over like fawn to doe.

but it is hwylryn’s wild nature, his savage vivacity that had lured yoru out and kept him. it had been exciting to learn him through teeth and touch, walking where they would on a whim, running forward breathlessly into delight and danger.

hwylryn has always been distinctly inhuman, playful and - as yoru came to learn - cruelly careless; yoru is just playful cruelty trapped in a human-then-maga body. a combination of just enough the same that the friction in which they met each other was satisfying, an itch scratched.

and there’s hwylryn now, above him, soft in sorrow. a great creature condensed into this small form, just to sit by yoru in the rain. once he’s in yoru’s vision, he’s the sky. does he see himself reflected in yoru dark, tired eyes - soft in sorrow, soft with love? ]

Can you heal?

[ well, yoru supposes it doesn’t matter. there are options nows; and he’s tired of what’s allowed and what’s not when before… they felt limitless as whatever they were, though they both could not breathe underwater then. ]

I’ll show you mine.

[ it doesn’t hurt much to do what he does next; he hadn’t thought he would miss it, but he does. every injury had been thoroughly felt.

his free hand digs through fabric and flesh, sliding under the protective cage of his ribs to find his heart. his body yields as easily as a sigh, as though longing to give up the thing that still beats and loves so fiercely for no reason at all. it’s red and ugly and so soft in his hand.

he holds it up to hwylryn, bloody hand and all. ]

This is a part of me that only you can know. It’s not the one the grew to love you. It was made into existence already doing so.