Page 129 of Evil Hearts

EPILOGUE

I suppose you would have a lot of questions about how our story may conclude. It may seem impossible to have an ending in practicality. You’d be right. We’re a ridiculous bunch nearly three years later and counting.

I still dance. But I’m back to living the choreography. Especially with Ebon to guide and coach me through it. He’s become proficient at coaxing very unique orgasms from me. Unseen to the audience he adds an element of genuine smut to every show that leaves me with a sheen of sweat you can see from every row. He really took to his role as dance teacher and his mom even stops by occasionally to lend advice on the matter. With strict rules we keep it PG that is.

I only wear costumes made by Resheph, strictly Gnocchi when I’m addressing him. People still offer ludicrous amounts of money for the source of the incredible lace that falls perfectly over every curve, only revealing what he wants it to. Watching his arms slide through the air as he births each piece will never stop entrancing me. Especially now that he does so on his own lifted platform in our home with lights that emphasize each motion. That is how he and I make love. We don’t need the sex to solidify our connection, our intimacy is much deeper. In lue of movie nights, we watch him studiously weave the delicate lines in and away until a new garment is ready for me to put on display for them.

Ismael never feels alone now and neither do I. Sometimes we spend hours in the same room reading silly books about sentient objects and their romantical adventures without speaking a word. Sometimes we even write the stories together and Ebon and Resheph laugh and swoon as they read them aloud back to us. There are days where we don’t leave bed and we just learn each other’s bodies like we’ve never met. We cook together every night and each day we are grateful that we have each other. He and his mother have in depth discussions about how we got here and he acts as a mediator for familial issues between her and his brothers. How did a millennia old deity of creation and death come to the realization that she was overdue for some growth? A daytime television doctor. I know. Another one of those questions we just don’t ask.

We don’t talk about the future. We don’t set expectations or worry about what may or may not happen. What they are and what I’m not doesn’t matter right now. And right now is where the focus is. Putting all of my energy into satiating my Shadows.

It’s happening. I’m getting my Happily . Forget societal expectations, forget normalcy, forget sense.

This is my story.

And they are my Ever Afters.