#blczinghell

[sonofthefallen]

@blczinghell 

            “Just take what you need and get the hell out.” Alastair knew all about John fucking Constantine and he didn’t want anything to do with the man. His herb shop in New Orleans was supposed to be for human unless a witch decided to stop by then he would lead them to the back but he refused to do that with John. He was the son of the devil himself, he didn’t need the male fucking with his life. 

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@blczinghell

“Let me get this straight. You invited a demon into your body because you have terrible taste in loves. And, then, when it turned out that being possessed by a demon wasn’t for you, you tried a demon summoning spell to bring me her and fix it for you. Is that the gist of it, or am I missing some other piece of awe-inspiring stupidity?” Raven had at least waited until after the exorcism to start the lecture. But she really couldn’t hold back her annoyance much longer.

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@blczinghell

Gaz was dying. It was near the end now. She could feel it in the room; the air was heavy with last gasps of dark energy, tasting of sweat and sulfur. His body was almost spent, but Gaz was still seizing, still screaming. Silently, Zatanna closed the door and stepped forward, walking past the angel without a word. She sat on the edge of the bed, closer to Gaz than she ever thought she’d be again, and then she leaned over him. Pressed a kiss to his forehead, trying to pass along a sense of peace, of forgiveness that she didn’t feel just yet. No one deserved to die like this.

Then, she straightened, reached out to take John’s free hand. Lay her palm flat against his, laced their fingers together. Wrapped her other hand around the back. She didn’t feel that forgiveness either, not yet, but no one--not even John Constantine--should go through this alone either.

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@blczinghell​ sent: ❛ this is all i know how to do: carry loss around until i begin to resemble every bad memory, every terrible fear, every nightmare anyone has ever had. ❜

“Does it help, John? Carrying all this grief around? You’ve let it consume your whole life, pushed everyone else until it’s just you. The great John Constantine alone in his empty house.” She swept her arms wide, motioning to the house as large in a grand stage bow. “And for what? It hasn’t brought Astra back and it never will.”