Most wouldn’t have survived, at least with sanity, through half of the things John had done to her. And that would be just counting the tame, so-called loving disasters he had offered her throughout the years. Wherever he was there would be conflict and torment. Kindness would never last, hence why Zatanna preferred not to cling to any kind of pleasure; no matter how much she craved it all. Through raven strands of hair falling upon bright eyes that shouldn’t linger on the brit, the woman’s attempt at hiding the lust with faux-disgust couldn’t have been more obvious. Illusionists didn’t have to be good liars, they merely had to be good with misdirections. No cunning nature would come to out-smart her. Not anymore. “ I would invite you to give it a try yourself but - I forgot you couldn’t read to save your life. ” Whilst a hand rubbed where @occultdabbler had bitten her milky skin coated lips weren’t eager to give up. “ … Or other people’s lives for that matter. And no, you can’t do that here; you always leave ashes EVERYWHERE. ” What the last comment was dealing with was for the conman to decide. Verily, it didn’t matter to her.
But unlike some of those that have come and gone , she was different [ in so many ways ] , and luckier than most can say . And that’s not even counting all of the things he has done over the decades .
John was radioactive . A reverse KING MIDAS , all he touched came into ruin . Good things that eventually come bad . Love that turns into hate . It’s what he does . The reason why John is the absolute bastard and to revolt any kind of love and goodness ; no matter as to how much he really needed it.
Misdirection was all apart of their perspective games , both of them masters at it . For a con man and trickster like him it was what he relied on . Picking up on the vague and little things too [ eyes that gazed wantingly at the Scouser ] . John knew this and he wanted to produce that shit eating grin but it would give it all away . A con man just has to make you believe what you want to believe . He’s the most cunning trickster in the world . No matter how much he wants to deny it , wishing he could believe her .
“ I forget sometimes those pretty locks falter your thinkin’ — - but it makes you look cute . ” a Cheshire grin curved as lips pulled on tobacco sweet .
. . . a nasty little comment . But , she wasn’t wrong .
“ Not a problem really , you can just poof it out . Or leave it alone and it eventually goes away . ”
He hunched on the hidden meaning of it , but brushed it aside .
Like most things , they didn’t matter much anymore .