Swamp Thing

protectorofthegreen:

A beat before Alec tilted his head. “You are not wrong. Clearly, you have made their acquaintance.”

The pain underlying her laugh, her comment about Constantine was something he had seen so many times. “My sympathies.”, Alec rumbled quietly. “He seems to have the habit of breaking hearts. If not minds. Or lives.”

And yet, he could not hate the man. Not when he had seen inside Constantine. Nobody would ever hate the warlock more than he seemed to hate himself.

“I’ve run into them a few times.” Wynonna wasn’t about to mention Harry, Mab, or the Mantle. Swamp Dude Alec may be on the up and up but that didn’t mean that there weren’t destructive ears listening in.

She shook her head. Ignore, ignore. Push it away because there are more important things than her Goddamn feelings about Constantine. About Harry. Except that she can’t. Not all the way.

“Yeah.” Wynonna nodded. “He’s pretty good at that. But it’s kind of par for the course with me anyway. Should’ve expected it.”

“It may be hard to believe ... but I understand.”

He understood grief, disappointment. Expecting the worst and still finding the outcome to be more terrible still.

“Your connection to him ... it may be what involved you in this. Whatever the Fae are planning.”, he lifted his head and seemed to look off into the middle distance for a moment. distracted, as if listening to something. “Something is coming here. It is looking for ... something. Someone.”

protectorofthegreen:

His hum sounded like the groan of an old tree.

“You do not know why you’re here?”, he gestured around. “You … did not come out of your own free will?”

With an unreadable expression, Alec leaned closer to her, studying her face. “The Green is uneasy. The Fae are planning something and we do not know what it is. I came here to investigate. Which is why I expected Constantine here as well. He … is drawn to these things. And instead, I find you, this close to a portal to Fairy. And you know Constantine … hmmm.”

“I decided to go on a walk,” Wynonna told him, taking some umbrage at the idea that she hadn’t done so on her own want. It might be a touchy subject for her considering the Earp curse.

She didn’t move away from Alec looming closer, expression instead shifting into one that almost looked like amusement.

“The Fae are assholes that don’t know how to leave shit alone.” Of course the mention of a portal made her groan. His follow up about Constantine drew a wry laugh from her. “Yeah he’s my boyfriend. Was my boyfriend. Shit.”

A beat before Alec tilted his head. “You are not wrong. Clearly, you have made their acquaintance.”

The pain underlying her laugh, her comment about Constantine was something he had seen so many times. “My sympathies.”, Alec rumbled quietly. “He seems to have the habit of breaking hearts. If not minds. Or lives.”

And yet, he could not hate the man. Not when he had seen inside Constantine. Nobody would ever hate the warlock more than he seemed to hate himself.

protectorofthegreen:

His eyes narrowed into red slits with his smile. Despite his inhuman face, somehow the expression was genuine and warm.

“Your manners are much better than Constantine’s.”

Alec sobered then, folding his arms over his knees where he was still crouched at the root of one of the trees. “I expected him to be involved in what is going on. But instead, I find you.”, he looked her over. “You are not a wizard. But magic clings to you.”

It was odd to see him smile. Mostly because she wasn’t used to shrubbery responding to her in kind. Then again why the hell not? Like her life wasn’t already weird enough.

“That’s…not always that hard to do. Also it helps that you’re a giant plant person guy.”

Wynonna’s brows pull together some. “What’s going on?” Of course the mention of a wizard makes her mind go to Harry and it hurts. God, it hurts. So she ignored that too. “Probably my gun. It’s magic.”

His hum sounded like the groan of an old tree.

“You do not know why you’re here?”, he gestured around. “You ... did not come out of your own free will?”

With an unreadable expression, Alec leaned closer to her, studying her face. “The Green is uneasy. The Fae are planning something and we do not know what it is. I came here to investigate. Which is why I expected Constantine here as well. He ... is drawn to these things. And instead, I find you, this close to a portal to Fairy. And you know Constantine ... hmmm.”

protectorofthegreen:

“His thing.”, Alec nodded, thoughtful for a moment.

Then he held out a hand made of vines and leaves. “Alec Holland. I keep forgetting the rules of human interaction. My wife is much better at it.”

“The finding people where they are thing,” she clarified.

When Swamp Dude held out his hand to her she shrugged and slipped her hand into his. “Wynonna Earp. I forget my manners too. No wife to be better at it but my little sister is pretty damn good at it.”

His eyes narrowed into red slits with his smile. Despite his inhuman face, somehow the expression was genuine and warm.

“Your manners are much better than Constantine’s.”

Alec sobered then, folding his arms over his knees where he was still crouched at the root of one of the trees. “I expected him to be involved in what is going on. But instead, I find you.”, he looked her over. “You are not a wizard. But magic clings to you.”

protectorofthegreen:

Her comment elicited a rumbling, gurgling laughter. “You do not need to know him well to get that impression.”

He shifted, glancing around the large, thick trees of the park they sat in. “I make it a habit to stay away from him whenever possible. He has a way of finding his way into my path.”, massive shoulders rose in a shrug. “I think, that that is merely John Constantine.”

“No. It just gets more solidified the more time you spend around him.” Wynonna ignored the wistfulness she heard in her voice as she spoke. Look Earp. You made your bed. And then slept with the Devil in it. Deal.

She nodded some more. “He’s good at that, apparently. Part of his whole…” One hand is brought up to aid in gesturing vaguely. “Thing.”

“His thing.”, Alec nodded, thoughtful for a moment.

Then he held out a hand made of vines and leaves. “Alec Holland. I keep forgetting the rules of human interaction. My wife is much better at it.”

protectorofthegreen:

The green, inhuman face managed to twist into an expression somewhere between disdain and amusement. “Ah.”, Alec nodded and tilted his head. “And I assume you are aware of his … profession.”

As if her not running away screaming was not enough of an explanation.

..

She actually smiled a bit, nodding. “Master of the Dark arts, Exorcist. Pain in the ass.” A pain in the ass that she actually missed.

Wynonna tilted her head back. “You’ve run into him a lot?”

Her comment elicited a rumbling, gurgling laughter. “You do not need to know him well to get that impression.”

He shifted, glancing around the large, thick trees of the park they sat in. “I make it a habit to stay away from him whenever possible. He has a way of finding his way into my path.”, massive shoulders rose in a shrug. “I think, that that is merely John Constantine.”

#//I mean ... duh #{swamp thing}#{batman}

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Batman (2016) #23

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Concept art for Swamp Thing (2019) TV series by Sebastian Meyer

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protectorofthegreen:

@nowmakeyourpeace

“I see you have also been subjected to Constantine’s … personality.”

“More than his personality, actually.”

The green, inhuman face managed to twist into an expression somewhere between disdain and amusement. “Ah.”, Alec nodded and tilted his head. “And I assume you are aware of his ... profession.”

As if her not running away screaming was not enough of an explanation.

@nowmakeyourpeace

“I see you have also been subjected to Constantine’s ... personality.”