A/N: Final Chapter. Hopefully this will explain a lot of unanswered questions you guys might have, such as why do Arin and Iphis’s names sound so familiar? Whatever happened to Diomedes? And so on…

Also, I suggest reading my other story Daydreams before reading this. It will help a lot.

Review? Please? In any case, enjoy!

Epilogue

“Anrin!” Isen swung open the heavy wood door and closed it with a loud ‘thud!’ “You’ll never guess what the publisher said!”

A tall, blonde man stepped out of the kitchen, a bowl of cookie dough under one arm. “Judging from your grin, I’m guessing she said something that made you happy.” Anrin used his free hand to swipe some of Isen’s jet-black hair away from a flushed face.

“Yes! They’re going to publish it in a few months!” Isen held up a stack of papers that had very small, black print on it.

“That’s great, I’m really happy for you. I sort of wish you hadn’t modeled those two characters after us, though”. He led Isen back into the kitchen and set down the bowl. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Yeah, yeah. It was your mother’s idea, you know. And you’re the one who wanted me to take up writing in the first place.” Anrin turned to adjust the temperature of the oven, and Isen took the opportunity to grab a handful of the fresh cookie dough and shove it in his mouth.

“I saw that, you know,” Anrin’s tone held a warning, but was mostly laced with laughter. “And I only suggested writing because I was sick of your fanatical daydreams. Not that it really helped, of course. You’re still as crazy as ever.”

“Mmm, but isn’t that why you love me, Anrin?” Isen looped his arms around Anrin’s neck and pulled the taller man down for a kiss.

Anrin humored him for a moment before scooping the cookie dough on a pan quickly and setting it into the oven. “That might be true.”

“Besides, Anrin, you’re normal enough for the two of us combined.”

“And you, Isen, are abnormal enough for the two of us.” Anrin smiled. “So it’s really being published?”

Isen bounced into a kitchen chair excitedly. “Yes, yes! The publisher said that there were lots of people out there who are starting to like stuff that I wrote.”

“She didn’t mind that it was about two guys? Or four guys, actually…”

“No, she said that added to the whole appeal or something. I don’t know, girls are weird.”

Anrin laughed. “So… what are you going to call it?”

“Not really sure. I’m not creative with titles. I was just thinking something like ‘The Ice Prince trilogy’ or something. You know, it kind of has a Lord of the Rings sound to it.”

“Not really…”

Isen stuck his tongue out childishly. “Shut up! Do you like it or not?”

“Sure, love. You’re the author, you can call it whatever you like. I know people are going to love it, though.”

“Really?”

“Really. Who knows, maybe it’ll be made into a movie.”

Isen swung his legs back and forth, looking at them for a moment. “If it is made into a movie, I think I’d like Orlando Bloom to play my character.”

“You mean the cursed guy?”

“There’s two ‘cursed guys’, Anrin! I mean Iphis. Notice how our names sound similar? Isen… Iphis? They both start with ‘I’?”

“So that makes me ‘Arin’. You weren’t very creative with that, you know. You only took out one letter.”

Isen made an indignant sound and turned the chair around. “Fine then, that’s it! I’m so not making a sequel now if you’re not going to appreciate my genius.”

A few seconds later, he found himself in Anrin’s arms, his mouth captured by Anrin’s mouth.

“Sorry, love. I’m really proud of you, you know that. I’m just… not used to being written about.”

“Well, if you ever insult my creativity again, you’ll be in another book. ‘The annoying guy I used to date’. What will you do then, hmm?”

Anrin sighed and rubbed his nose against Isen’s. “Cookies are almost done.”

“Don’t change the subject.”

“I said I was sorry, Isen. Forgive me?”

“Okay.”

Anrin hugged Isen closer to him, before releasing him to check on the cookies.

“Why are you baking, anyways? You only ever bake when… when… oh no!”

Anrin spun around in a flash and clamped his hand over Isen’s mouth. “Listen, darling. She’s only coming over really quickly. She’s just curious about how you did in your interview.”

“Fine, but you’d better make this up to me. You know I hate your mother.”

Anrin nodded, leaning down closer to Isen. “Okay. We’ll celebrate later, just the two of us,” he practically purred into Isen’s ear, causing the smaller man to shiver.

The doorbell interrupted them, and Anrin whispered a quick “Later” before going to greet his mother. Isen scowled after him and put one hand on the packet of papers.

“Just wait until the sequel, Anrin. We’ll see who’s laughing then.” Isen looked down at the papers again before going to find Anrin.

On second thought, a sequel could wait. Who really needed a fantasy world when he had what he wanted right here.