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// Epilogue 
// Story: Sisterhood 
// by Tethered-Angel 
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“Oh, Mary, you look ravishing in that skimpy negligee.”

Adagio sighed deeply, rubbing her neck in pain. Her head was throbbing, and her hair had lost much of its luster. She had been sick for the last two days, and it was beginning to take its toll.

“Mmm, darling, don’t you wish we were married?”

Adagio sneezed, then groaned as the movement sent a fresh pang through her skull. She reached out from under her pile of blankets and grabbed a tissue from a nearby box of tissues.

“But we are! …or did you mean to each other?”

Being sick was awful, Adagio decided. She felt weak, and tired, and yucky. At least with Aria and Sonata gone, the apartment was quiet. Just her and her soaps.

“I’ve got to have you! Let’s murder our spouses!”

She took a long sip from her tea, the lukewarm beverage soothing her throat as it trickled past her lips. 

“Murder!? You sick animal! I love it when you talk that way! Come here!”

Snuggling into her nest on the couch, Adagio smiled softly. Maybe being sick had some perks. Humans had certainly perfected the art of entertainment, at least. It was the perfect thing for a sick body. Just lots of peace, and quiet, and rest.

“Adagio!” Sonata’s voice cried as she threw open the door. “We’re back!”

Adagio scrambled for the remote, quickly turning off the television before either of her sisters walked in on her guilty pleasure. 

“Adagio? You in here?” Aria called a moment later. “You better be resting.”

“In here,” Adagio answered hoarsely. The greeting brought a more genuine smile her face. As much as she had enjoyed the peace and quiet, she had to admit that she was starting to get lonely being cooped up alone all day with the girls gone. “I actually think I missed you two.”

“Heh, don’t get too sappy on us,” Aria snarked, walking into the room and leaning against the door frame, “Might ruin your image.”

“Oh, ha ha,” Adagio rolled her eyes, tossing a used tissue at her younger sister. It fell to the floor long before reaching its intended target.

“I’m making soup!” Sonata called from the kitchen. “Ari, don’t forget to give her the medicine!”

“Oh yeah,” Aria said, pulling a bottle from her pocket and tossing it to Adagio. “Here.”

“Aria,” Adagio said, catching the bottle. She squinted at the way her sister’s face was starting to puff up around her left eye, “Is that a black eye? What happened?”

Aria waved her off. “Eh, forget about it. I’m sure Sonata will tell you.”

“Aria had fu~un!” Sonata shouted.

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Whatever.” Aria rolled her eyes. “I’ll be in my room.” She turned to walk out, but Adagio raised her hand and managed to snag the hem of her shirt. Aria turned, raising an eyebrow questioningly. 

“Thank you, Aria,” Adagio said.

Aria smirked. “What did I say about getting sappy?” She slipped out of the room as Sonata came bounding in, throwing herself on the couch next to Adagio and throwing an arm around her big sister.

“Well,” Adagio said, gingerly returning the hug, “Don’t keep me in suspense. What did you two get up to today?”

“Well…”