#saralvnce

[perfectedingbadideas]

@saralvnce​ from X

[Text Captain mom]: How long do you think that’ll last?

[Text Captain mom]: That’s a sign that the world is probably ending. You got the kids to behave?

[Text Captain mom]: Don’t have to ask me twice. Where am I going?

[Text Captain mom]: Not like I was given much choice. Unless someone learns a stranger way to send messages I’m dealing with this bloody thing.

[thecursedhellblazer-arc]

Starter for @saralvnce

The city is still swarming with life, despite the late hour. There are people hurrying on the streets, cars rushing by, and not even the cloudy sky, threatening the coming of a huge storm, seems to be enough to dissuade the crowd from carrying on its business and head home. No one even cares to look up, perhaps too blinded by the millions neon lights and screens that cover the buildings and flash along the roads.

Despite all the years he has spent living in the USA, John Constantine can’t help comparing the view that plays before his eyes not with the image of Atlanta, but with the gloomy, foggy atmosphere of London’s nights. His old city knows how to be alive, these days perhaps even more than it did back when he was still living there, but it has never been this noisy, this full, this chaotic after a certain hour. Not that he is complaining. He can use the distraction, watching others’ lives flooding on while he sits on a stool in one of the many, anonymous street restaurants, a half-eaten plate of Soup Dumplings and one too many glasses of whatever strong alcoholic drink the house had to offer. He’s starting to get tipsy, but his brain still works far too well, which means that he hasn’t drunk enough just yet.

His lips curl slight, his expression darkening. He isn’t even sure of how he has ended up in Shanghai. The place is too busy for his liking and his thick accent makes interacting with the locals very hard and very frustrating for him. However, after what had happened in Los Angeles, he had felt the need to flee, to break away, even if just for a while, and the news of the oddities that had been terrorising one of the neighbourhoods of the city had offered him the perfect chance to do just that. Now that it’s dealt with, however, he is back not being sure of what to do with himself.

He poked at his food for a moment, glaring at the chopsticks. He has already found something else to chase, but it’s a complicated kind of work and he needs to work out the details before diving into it. Which means that he is left with spare time for his head to go down memory lanes he would rather not revisit.

“Bugger!” John hisses under his breath, dropping the chopsticks and reaching out for his last refill. He should probably finish there and call it a night.

He finds himself freezing mid-gesture, though, as his eyes catch the sight of long, blond hair among a crowd of raven heads. The woman is talking to one of the waiters, perhaps looking for a seat. Or maybe information. Not that he cares that much in that moment. He stares, because, what are the odds of them both being there, considering how big the world is and how many other dimensions exist? And yet, at times, Fate plays obscure games and makes certain coincidences happen. And Constantine knows far too well that one has better be wary of them.

He is on his feet before he can realise it, gesturing his server that he’ll be back, her name already on the tip of his tongue.

“Lance? Cor blimey! Woh th’ 'ell yeh doin’ all th’ way across th’ bloody ocean?”

[caudexiism]

@saralvnce continued from here

[TEXT: Nate] Convenient excuse for that text you just sent me

[TEXT: Nate] All your friends are on the ship, which one are you blaming?

[text: Captain Mom] it’s the truth. you really think i’d send you that text?

[text: Captain Mom] the one that won’t actually try and kill me. I think you know who that is. Pretty sure it was also a mistake.

[caudexiism]

@saralvnce continued from here

[TEXT: Oli] It’s nearly midnight, so I was just having a night cap

[TEXT: Oli] Why, do you have a better suggestion of something I could be doing;)

[text: Sara] so it’s not past midnight, and you are up

[text: Sara] I might, depending on what you think are a better suggestion. Everyone knows that a night cap is better with company.

[majorllane]

[text]: bed or floor? ;-)

TEXT MEMES (SOME NSFW). @saralvnce

[Text: S Lance] Are those my only two options?

[ofwomenandmen]

“Take off your clothes.” (lena)

lena bit her lip as she looked over at sara, a brow arching. she did like it when the captain told her what to do. her fingers moved to beginning working on the buttons of her blouse after she untucked it from her pants. “i like it so much more when you’re the one undressing me though.” she pulled her blouse off, setting it to the side before working her pants off as well.

[perfectedingbadideas]

@saralvnce​ from X

She wasn’t wrong. It was kind of shocking that he was even half way believing what was coming out of his own mouth. It was usually some lie to get her motivated. Hell she knew it was just some bullshit he was spewing to get her head in the game still seemed to work. The whole getting into her clothes was pretty much how he was with most people. He was pretty sure he had tried that with most of the people on the ship. Right now said ship was in pretty rough shape. They weren’t going to be moving anytime today. Which did not look good for them getting along for long. But hey they had gotten the fuck out of worse shit somehow. Was he the one being the optimist in this situation. The fuck was happening? Did he hit his head when they crash landed. “This is a strange side to be on.” He said after he realized that current situation. “Jus’ don’t get used to this. We’ve been in worse situations. Somehow this mad lot you try to call a team has managed to not die yet. Probably be fine.” What were the chances one of them was going to end up dead? Their luck? Pretty high. Still had to get Sara playing her part right?

[majorllane]

“Where do you want me to touch you?”

Love Languages Starters @saralvnce

Lips working their way up the side of Sara’s neck, Lucy made the decision to show rather than tell. She reached for one of the other woman’s hands and tugged it towards her body. In time with a nip to the skin just below Sara’s ear, Lucy brought their intertwined hands to her waistband, guiding the other woman’s fingers beneath the material.

“Here.”