“ —– what happened?” her breath catches in her throat, and for a moment, she’d have sworn the air around them had gone entirely still. too still. and quiet – enough that it unsettled her, in the instant before angela pulled her hand back. it’s a relief and a disaster all at once. the opportunity for accepted and SAFETY, and the utter confirmation that this was real. that all of it existed, and that there was no turning back now. a part of her, however small, had somehow HOPED against all odds that she’d gone crazy. that all of it was in her head, john included. and that after a break and a nap, or some medication all of it would go back to normal.
it was like someone had flipped a switch on her life. everything had gone gray in the last week, she couldn’t breath anymore, and she just wanted to get AWAY. she’d though, somehow, that california would be far enough. that somehow, john couldn’t possibly have reached this far. maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised. she doesn’t realize she’s holding her breath until angela tells her to breath. and she does, nearly collapsing into the couch with a huff. she wanted to curl up in a ball and stay there, until everything worked itself out.
that was never an option. still, the moment angela starts to speak again, tension starts to creep its way out of her joints, and she slowly begins to relax. “Can you see them? The —- all of it? The ghosts?” It seemed the obvious question. The only one worth asking at the moment, anyway. “What happened? With you and John?”
Paled features come to life, warmth blooming as breath and necessity overtake the overwhelming nature of experience. Though once a half-remembered dream, Angela is no stranger to the world beyond the surface and now, no longer was her cousin either. “You saw a train.” Angela relates, voice easing with every word. There was no time to be shocked, to worry about what conspiracy brought John back into her family’s life-- albeit distant family-- no, Liv needed someone in control, someone that could give her the answers John had given her. The difference was, however, that Angela had asked to be let in where Liv hadn’t had that chance.
“Yes.” The reply comes clear and factual, hands gathering a blanket from the back of the couch to place over her cousin. “So could-- so could Isabel. It’s why our parents locked her away, why I let the fear consume me until--” Angela redirects; this was different and she doubted giving Liv the hope that all this could go away with mere denial was the right path to lead with. Liv wasn’t a child and they already could see her and her them. “They drove Isabel to it. But John saved her soul and saved my life.” No matter the reputation John Constantine held, Angela would always be indebted to him for that, seeing him as an ally. She owed him that much even if she hadn’t seen him for years now.
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