HERE IT IS! Thanks for the patience! If I ever write again it will not suck ass-mar! SO maybe?!

Epilogue:

The sun broke the horizon, piercing golden rods through the foliage sheltering two sleeping ravens. The smaller, who was curled up in a small ball with his head resting on the larger's chest, stirred first. Simon rubbed his palm up his face, wiping away his grogginess, he decided since it was still early he'd go to collect some food for him and his lover. Stepping out of the shelter they had erected in their special place the stretched, feeling relief from his stiff joints. He looked back, the pigskin curtain Roger had tanned for them was pushed to the side from Simons recent exit, their shelter was larger than the others, and more structurally sound. Simon had been working on it the past few years. Roger of course, being taller, helped. Their shelter was a thing to be admired, attractive in both structure and decoration. Simon surely made it feel homey. Roger frequently brought back new skins to form a comfortable 'bed' for them. The bed was less attractive however, looking like a wad of slices of ham from a ghetto deli (which is exactly what it was). It served its purpose nonetheless. Simon sighed and smiled as he saw his peacefully sleeping love. He turned again and walked through their grotto, just as beautiful as ever. He exited the foliage and went to the nearest tree bearing those green-grey fruits Roger could eat by the truck load. Finding one easily he scaled it, catching a glimpse of castle rock. Seeing as Simon and Roger had their 'top secret' house, the Chiefs decided they would live on castle rock in the cave it sported. However only a few people had been lucky enough to catch a glimpse inside, they said it was amazing inside. The Chiefs indeed lived in luxury. Simon smiled fondly at the thoughts of his friends. Yes friends. He was once more able to trust the boys. After years of recovery, his almost 3 year long state of terror ended. His episodes still came, he still had nightmares, he wasn't all better, however episodes were no longer a daily occurrence, and more of a rarity. Simon climbed back down the tree, and began walking back to Roger. He thought of the other boys, how were they? Probably fine, each having their own shelter, even though a few chose to sleep with each other. Simon ducked into the door of his shelter and stood in his shelter. Roger looked as if he was in a light sleep, about to wake up. Simon took this time to use the mini spear they used as a knife to crack open the fruits. Roger mumbled and Simon looked over to see him blindly groping at his side of the bed. "Over here love." Simon said softly and sweetly, alerting the other raven of his presence and whereabouts. Roger rubbed his face and propped himself up on one arm and opened his eyes slightly. If Roger was anything, it wasn't a morning person. Simon smiled at him and Roger weakly smiled back. "Hey."

"Hey."

"Got us fruit."

"Did you?"

"Mhm."

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Roger slowly got out of the mess of skins and shuffled over to where Simon sat. Simon handed him a half of a fruit and Roger immediately started eating it.

"Mmm, I love these."

Simon giggled, "I know."

"I love you as well."

Simon smiled and placed their first kiss of the day on his cheek. At least it was probably the first, if they had gone to sleep before midnight it was. Roger smiled and continued eating. Simon was a light eater so two half a was enough for him. He stood and started fixing the mess of pigskin blankets. Roger turned slightly and watched him sort them by size or thickness, or he didn't know what.

"How'd you sleep baby bird?"

Simon blushed a little at the use of his pet name, "I slept well thank you. How did you sleep."

"It was alright."

Simon finished fixing the blankets and he had somehow managed to make the bed look neat, presentable. Simon moved to tidy on their shelter a bit.

"What are you gonna do today?"

"Jack's taking me and the boys hunting. Might not go."

Simon frowned, "Why?"

"I'd rather be with you."

Simon rolled his eyes as he folded their old choir robes in the corner. "We'd get bored of we spent every second together. Besides you love hunting, you should go, you missed the last few when that stomach bug went around."

"You're right." Roger smiled "You're always right."

Simon laughed a little, "Always?"

"Yes."

Simon smiled and stood once more, satisfied with his cleaning, almost. The latest pigskin they had was sprawled across the ground like a rug, and although it was relatively clean Simon needed something to do that day. "I'm gonna beat the rug today. Maybe wash it, the blankets too."

"Exciting." Roger replied sarcastically.

"Very." Simon giggled. He walked back over and sat by Roger, noticing he had eaten the rest of the fruit.

"My gosh Roger. You eat like a horse."

Roger smiled sheepishly. Simon moved to kiss his sweetened lips and Roger eagerly returned it. "How have the other hunters been?"

"Last I saw they were okay."

"Did Maurice and Robert get over that stupid argument?"

"Think so."

"That's good."

Simon smiled knowing there were now several happy couples on the island. Ever since the reveal of their relationship, many new ones budded. Jack and Ralph were no longer exclusive. No one ever said relationships besides the Chiefs were forbidden, people just veered away from it naturally. Roger stretched and his back half cracked, he frowned "Mmph, got a kink in my back."

He looked to Simon. Simon rolled his eyes a bit as Roger looked to him as an unsure child does to their mother. "Alright, on the bed."

Roger carefully crawled onto the bed, careful not to disturb Simons handiwork. Simon started massaging Roger's back, feeling how extremely tense he was. He pressed slightly harder and felt the muscles start to let up. Roger let out small pleasures noises every now and then, until a loud relieved groan when Simon pressed with the heel of his hand at the centre of his back releasing a large knot. "Oh yep!... That was it." Roger sighed over dramatically and Simon giggled. He didn't stop rubbing Roger's back though, feeling muscles get more and more loose. Finally Simon decided he had done all that could be done. "There, feel better?"

"Much." Roger chuckled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Simon smiled at the 'savage' before him. Although he was with Simon, people realized he was dangerous, not a force to be reckoned with. Of course there was a period where people tested waters to see in Roger was soft. Bill's broken nose proved he wasn't. Both Robert and Bill having felt Roger's wrath could testify as well as anyone that despite the fact Roger loved Simon, he was just as dangerous as everyone thought. Roger sat up and wrapped his arms around Simon, Simon happily relaxing into Roger. Roger sighed and frowned, "I should go, looks about the time Jack starts hunting."

Simon nodded and kissed him again. Roger stood and grabbed one of his spears propped up against a wall.

"Bye, good luck."

"Bye, love you."

"Love you too."

Roger smiled as he exited, shutting their curtain behind him. Simon smiled to himself and steeped out of the shelter. He looked to a tree, he smiled when he saw two black birds, one nuzzling the others breast. Simon shut his eyes and thought of his fellow raven, their island life, and everything else in between. He didn't know if they'd ever leave the island, but he didn't care either. He knew he'd always have Roger, either way.

FINISIMO! END! THANKS FOR READING! Leave a review they mean a lot!