Conjob

I forgot how happy hating people can make you. Winning a fight, humiliating an enemy. Making a difference. I feel...HOPE.

[textsfromstarkiller]

(518): Shut up. You had me at killer robots. Your place or mine?

[sixpenceee]

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So while Mercury will make a lap around the watch’s face in just 88 days, Venus will require 224, and Earth of course does it in exactly a year. Saturn, on the other hand, the farthest planet from the sun included on this piece, won’t make it back to its starting position for a whopping 29 and a half years. (Source)

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she can taste his anger, bitter like it’s on her own tongue, and she knows he’s angry, but there’s no escaping the pain for her — there’s only learning how to forget, and he’s not the one who gets to live forever.

the scratchy feeling of his anger simmers slowly, not gone, simply waiting, and she wonders when it will appear again.

his feet bump against hers, bringing her back to the present, and she clears  her throat, hesitant. giving him something that will compromise her isn’t the best of options, but he’s one of the only options she has.

‘ I have a creature currently that I haven’t been able to identify.   something that — dealt me a serious blow. I’m still healing   from it, and I lost — I lost a week of time where I don’t remember   where I was, or what happened. you’ve seen a lot of weird shit, I’m   hoping you’ll see something I’ve missed. ‘

her fingers curl and uncurl absentmindedly, throat tightening, fidgeting and she glanced up at him, unsure of how he will react. 

‘ would you be willing to work with me for a couple of weeks on this?   I would be in your debt, as much as that might be worth to you. free   alcohol though, I have a feeling I’m going to need it. could be dangerous,   might not be worth it. ‘ 

her last words are said with a grin directed at the floor, slender foot  slipping up past his ankle, rubbing gently against the material of his pants.

‘ you game, constantine? ‘

[matesandmayhem]

I lost time

John’s anger hissed like hot steel thrown into ice water. 

His hand curls into half a fist and old scars twinge, smoke setting for a moment like chlorine choked water in his lungs. He blames the memory for the sting in his eyes and the sharp kick he gives her ankle. “Finally found something out of Daddy-dearest’s league?” 

John slides to his feet. Circles her with serpentine grace to curl an arm around her shoulders, brushing her hair from her neck with paternal care on the way. His eyes glitter pale cats blue over his glasses. “Always up for a game, love. You ready to show me our cards?”

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What was with human males? Always with the flirting. “Quite frankly, John, I don’t think you could keep up with me if you tried.” It came out sounding like a dare, and she instantly regretted it. “Mind you, that was not an invitation to try. I only allow exceptional talent on Team Missy. And cats. Cats are always invited.”

[matesandmayhem]

“Well cats don’t need invitations, an’ I happen to be a very cool one.” It seemed to be inner twelve year old all the way today, and John fully intended to run with it. Complete with conspiratorial lean in and wink, “Betcha I keep up all afternoon. Loser spots the winner a pint an’ a trip somewhere flash.”  

[matesandmayhem]

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“Seeing as it’s your goons that dragged me here in the first place, it’s you that’d be owin’ me an explanation, Ma’am.” Jonathan Constantine, back straight and eyes blacker than warlock-cursed heart stood in dusty boots and beaten poncho in the middle of the finest court pulled together on god’s green earth and spit blood onto the gleaming floor. 

[asteritm]

‘ well I can tell you have impeccable manners. ‘

she’s not against blood, but blood begets more blood and she doesn’t want his blood anywhere near her. magic tends to be difficult and it’s not something she wants anything to do it.

tapping her fingers against the steel and obsidian throne, she shifted and watched him with wary eyes. she can taste the strength of him on her tongue, and she doesn’t need trouble.

‘ I owe you nothing, and it doesn’t surprise me that they have   dragged you here. there must be a reason, if your mannerisms   are any indication. perhaps you should tell me why you’re here.   what is thy name? ‘

[matesandmayhem]

“Not for the lips of high-handed murderous cunts.” John’s lips pulled with predator’s pleasure into a sneer. “You can call me Sir, if you like.”

He snapped a cheeroot from his sleeve, lighting and inhaling the acrid grey smoke with furious pleasure. Ash dark as mud joined his blood on the floor. “An’ you owe me blood and recompense. Taken me away from me work, had your boys tune me up just to flash your bona fides to the peasants.”They start getting too many ideas for ya?” 

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“…Well, thank heavens for small blessings, because that would be a truly unfortunate happenstance if you were named ‘John Smith’,” Missy replies wryly. “Anyway, never mind me, I’m certainly not up to any sort of trouble and these are not the droids you’re looking for. What is up, fellow humans, all that. Write me off as a crazy cat lady and carry on with your day, Not-John-Smith, it’ll probably be a much better day for you if you do.”

John grinned brightly and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his trousers, bouncing on his toes like a little boy. “Be a dead boring sort of day then. Prefer a bit of liveliness before me evening pint, ‘specially if there’s a chance of getting it with a lovely lady.” 

[matesandmayhem]

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‘ stranger, what business have you here, in my court.   speak quickly, before I have you removed from my sight. ‘

“Seeing as it’s your goons that dragged me here in the first place, it’s you that’d be owin’ me an explanation, Ma’am.” Jonathan Constantine, back straight and eyes blacker than warlock-cursed heart stood in dusty boots and beaten poncho in the middle of the finest court pulled together on god’s green earth and spit blood onto the gleaming floor. 

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“Who knows? Time’s a fickle thing; maybe you have, maybe you haven’t. I won’t presume to know what order you’ve chosen to do it in. Missy.” A thoughtful pause, and then - “In case it went over your head, that’d be my name.”

It had admittedly gone over John’s head, who was eyeing his pants with the soberly concerned level of dubiousness of a man who could not quite remember if he’d gone for a skirt and make-up that day and wasn’t entirely prepared to trust his eyes on the matter. 

“An’ here’s me thinking you were the presuming type of girl. John. Also me name, given and not followed with ‘Smith’.” 

[matesandmayhem]

youmaythinkyouknowme:

she wants to hit him, right here, right across his goddamn face make bloody his nose, bruise his cheek. something. anything. the lie smells like cigarettes and magic and she hates it.

he knows, god, of all people who could know, it’s him. and it hurts, it hurts that he’s dug his nails in here, where she’s been healing.

‘ you should know better you piece of shit.   just because it hurt you, doesn’t mean it   has to hurt me too. ‘

he’s bleeding slightly, bubbling up around her nails, under her nails, under her skin and this is what he does — she knows.

it’s his job, and it always works.

his body shifts around her leg, sinuous and firm, his voice a soft, terrible whisper in her ear and she can hear the blood pounding loud and clear. she has to tighten the grip around his neck in order to keep herself firm. focused.

and then, she takes a deep breath.

‘ i’m not here so we can circle each other like starving   wolves and fight — i’m here for other reasons. and the   burn you’re talking about will come soon enough, so don’t   rush it. ‘

her head drops down to press an extremely chaste kiss to his cheek, murmuring healing words to the skin under her nails until there is no more bleeding.

his blood however, is still under her nails. she’s not sure that will ever come out.

straightening, the woman tugs her leg from between his, stepping backwards, watching him.

‘ i have two things i need to ask you. one, what the hell    is going on, and two, if I needed your help — how much   in debt will I be to you? ‘

Waves of anger burn like whiskey on his tongue. How easily she slips from this, from common hurt like her immortality can teach her protection. Can teach her distance and sense from mortal wounds. He will not be denied her pain, his rightful fucking due. After all, what was she to him? A minister of balance who had never lifted a finger to his benefit, a goddess who offered cold and distant friendship cloaked in blood and fine flesh. 

John swallows his anger and hides his claws, trickster grin on his lips and familiar mischief in his eyes. “Since when do mates count favors?” He slouches in his chair, head against the low back and long legs slowly snaking out to knock feet with her. “What can ol’John do you for?”

[matesandmayhem]

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“’ere’s a new face on a familiar feeling. Don’t think I’ve had the pleasure yet.”

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youmaythinkyouknowme:

she’s on him in a moment’s blur, spitting angry, her fingers rest around

his collarbone, almost around his neck. this is not the button she wanted pushed today, the nails digging into his skin and the knee on the chair between his legs clear indications that that was not a line to be crossed.

‘ do not fuck with me, constantine, I never stopped looking and I    highly doubt you’ve found anything of the sort. you simply want   a reaction, so here it is. ‘ 

there is a delicate pain in her voice, she hasn’t heard or seen anything of messy in years, and bringing up messy means  digging up things she’s long since buried. the grip on him tightens.

‘ tell me you’re lying, because I’m certain that you are. ‘

“Could never find anything that you missed.” The lie is stale in his mouth. His lips curling into a victorious sneer “Just poking the beast I am. Can’t find a thrill anywhere else.” 

Mortality lends a vision to the desperate given noone else. John has always found it a small price for fading love, that chance to cradle what he loves best before he kills it. John wraps his legs around the slim thigh shoved dangerously close to his cock, presses close until her fingernails draw blood and his breath whispers sing-song against her ear. “Can’t put that burn on paper, love. Why not put it where it will do some good?”  

[asteritm]

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THEY SPEAK THE TRUTH

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‘ any handsome coats? how about I step on yours. ‘

she can see the outline of the lighter in his pocket, can feel eyes traveling up her legs, and for a second she wants to smile. they fall into wanting so easily, it feels natural. but she doesn’t smile, today her smiles are tight in her chest, and she doesn’t think about them.

the end of his cigarette flares to life, with a shifting of her eyes and she rustles the  papers in her hand before setting  them down in front of her. and she does not answer his question.

‘ here for a visit? or is there something you wanted? ‘

[matesandmayhem]

John breathes the bitter smoke in deeply, holding it until he can feel heat tinge his cheeks and a phantom constriction of ribs around his hammering heart. His eyes curl mischievously around her cheeks, drawn taught in some private anxiety. 

He stares and plays with the threads of fate until his vision starts to blur. Smoke and stale breath rush from his nose as John grins and plucks a thread with bored and deliberate cruelty. “Caught scent of Messy down this way, thought y’d like ta keep your hand in.” Old skeletons sharpened with truths. 

[asteritm]

❛ Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. ❜

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matesandmayhem

she crossed her legs, right one over the left as she sat at her desk,watching him. it’s hard to guess how to react when he just shows up unannounced, even though, she tells herself, it’s rare he showsup at all. so she blanks her face, and tries to look uninterested.

‘ — should I be ending this with and god is dead as well?  besides, what do you care for chivalry john constantine.   not much, at least not from what I’ve seen. ‘

[matesandmayhem]

There is a candyfloss thread of loss stretched between them, a strange and sticky thing that catches at his fingers and draws him back to old haunts. The lighter resting unused and heavy in his breastpocket reminds him of how easy those threads are to severe, how much wiser it is to keep eyes fixed to the future. 

He leers at her legs and leaves his cigarette to dangle unlit between his lips. “Faith of me father, faith of me brother. But you’d know that better’n me love. Stepped on any handsome coats lately?”

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[Muttered under his breath.]Who said I’m really doing business? [Then, at normal volume.] Just trying to figure you out. This is a very, well, niche market kind of place. Makes me curious about my buyers.

It generally does, even if I’m doing less of it. I find that a few gentle nudges do the trick better than heavy envolvement.

[matesandmayhem]

[nudge 'em in the right direction and they think it's their idea all along, it never stopped sticking in john's craw how close his methods were to those he fought] 

I like niche. Quieter than the other places. Cheaper too. [he cast a speculative eye at the stuffed shelves] What would your little niche be in any case?