I pick my drink up as I finish my story. I let the amber liquid both soothe and burn my throat. "It was the most amazing night of my life. He was amazing."
"Then what are you doing here?"
"Travelling. Seeing the world. Exploring. What else would I be doing?"
"You miss the point. Why are you doing those things alone?"
"Because no one compares to him."
"Why isn't he travelling with you?"
"Because he is waiting for someone."
"For who?"
"For someone to take him away I guess."
"Did you ask to take him away?"
"Of cour-" I stop mid word. Realization hits me like an uppercut to the jaw. "Oh."
"What are you doing here?"
"What am I still doing here?" I leap to my feet. "Do you know when the last train rides out?"
I burst into the garden. The gate knocks noisily against the wall where I have flung it. My feet still themselves when I catch sight of him. Reclining in the chaise lounge next to the reflecting pond, he is the picture of poise and elegance. Instead of the robes that I had last seen him in, he is now adorned with loose silk shirt in royal purple and matching silk paijamas. His golden amber eyes match with mine as I take in his appearance, his presence.
"You're still here," I am slightly breathless from my sprint between the station and the compound.
"Of course I am. I have been waiting." Amusement at my state drifts onto his face.
"You knew all along, didn't you?"
"I had my suspicions," he answers with that knowing smile of his. "You were the man of my dreams right up to the point where you would know me. But now you know."
"Now I know," I repeat. "Do you travel?"
"Yes, but not beyond the market."
"Would you come with me?"
"It would be my pleasure."
End of story Author's Notes: This was fun to write. I know I didn't quite catch all of their characteristic (read: How do I Jake?) but I think I came close enough that the characters are recognizable for who they are supposed to be. I didn't want to write the epilogue at first but then I really really did. So it happened.
My favorite part of writing Dirk is his acceptance of his fate, the fact that he is freaking good at everything, and his attention to detail. The sendificator scene (from MSPA) really got me (read: I flipped out for a good 24 hrs before I realized there was more to the update). I hope I portrayed some of that? Maybe, probably not.
My favorite part of writing Jake was how blase he can be about jumping out of a train. That line makes me happy. I sorta wish it was said out loud so that I could capture Dirk's reaction to it, but I'm not sure what that would be.
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