"Cologne" bottle named Holy Water, pretty candles, Sage Incense, a funny shaped spoon, some kid of black crystal, a big container of salt, a mug that says best Mom, and some fancy chocolate.
Epilogue narrows his eye, then looks over at you with a slight grin. "Oh? Why, thank you for all the gifts, little lover. Little starlight. Stttaaaarrrr." he smirks even wider.
"Is this. Hint of... Doubt that we are fine?" He takes the bottle and looks it over. "The mug is very funny. I cannot wait to show Sunny. He will get so angry." He rasps before stepping closer to you, cornering you against the walls. "I know you. Are you trying to remove something from me."
He whispers.
He kneels, sudden and loud. Luckily, the fabric of his pants muffles the clinking sound that happens when he hits the tile with his knees.
Epilogue puts a hand next to your hip on the wall. He peers at you for a long moment, then at the bottle in his other hand.
"Saying this. Little bottle of water. Is cologne. Is funny." He tilts his head as he opens it with a clawed thumb, like he was flicking something off. "Maybe if we do it my way. The big scary ghosts won't get Sunny or me." He widens his grin, teeth sharp and slightly parted.
"We will fix this. Haunting. Together... Yes?" He says, voice hoarse, deep. There's a purr to his tone.
He moves his hand on the wall to your jaw and gently guides your mouth to open.
"You're a wonderful. Darling. Darling star. Bright and wonderful." Epilogue grins. "If he saw us right now. He would get sooo jealous. Scared. Excited." He hums, then moves his other hand to carefully drip a few 'holy water' drops onto your tongue.
"Beautiful. Just for me. For us. Sun and Moon." He smirks, teeth parted just a slight more.
He throws the bottle over his shoulder, then crowds you more. The shadow of him covers your whole being. His red pupil was dilated and aglow. "Ready. Little sunlight? Mmm... Little moonlight. Little lover." He almost growls.
His tongue flicks out between the teeth. His hand is firmly on your jaw to keep your mouth open.
His forehead presses against yours, his eye firmly on yours.
The tongue jitters, almost in excitement. It pushes onto your tongue, and it twirls around yours; it's almost as if there was a dance happening between your tongue and his.
He chuckles, light and airy. He licks into your mouth, getting every drop of holy water before pulling back. The tip of Epilogue's tongue licks over your bottom lip and then flicks right back into his mouth, teeth closing and making his grin how it originally was. Closed.
Epilogue hums, eye lidded. "All that holy stuff. Fake. But we tried. Didn't we, little lover? Little lamb?" he smiles, softer. His hand moves from your jaw to your cheek, where he strokes over your cheekbone.
