#smokedsigils

[evilaelttil]

Shady warlock refuses to look at cameras, what is it that he’s hiding? 

[terminaticn]

even if no one else will, I’ll support you getting your ass eaten, Constantine.

teeth or not.

[evilaelttil]

I don't know how I ever managed to leave the side of my beautiful wife for even a minute, let alone a week.

[evilaelttil]

If you had told me a few years ago that John Constantine being asleep next to me would warm my heart instead of making me experience mild disgust and regret. I'd have called psychiatric help for you myself.

[evilaelttil]

@smokedsigils: #Dont out me like this #Im not planning anything love #Begone

Sounds fake but okay, love. 

[evilaelttil]

Running on Empty #1: Recovery

The last couple days had been draining. You knew John didn’t want you on his cases because they were dangerous. You knew the risks and were ready for them, but to think that the first time you tailed him onto a job you’d end up on your death bed. It was as if lady luck decided you should just go fuck yourself. What are the chances you’d attract a life sucking demon on the first night of a job? The chances you’d have your energy drained out of you like you were fueling the damn Energizer Bunny’s bullshit shenanigans? Apparently the chances were high as shit because that’s what you managed to go and goddamn do.

You thought maybe you had just been feeling a crash from deciding not to drink on the case. An oncoming hangover you were avoiding, but no. You should have known something was wrong when you found yourself in pajamas you didn’t remember putting on, hours past the time it was the last time you checked. You never crash that hard. But you didn’t think anything of it. No you just curled up against John like everything was alright. The case was tricky but you guys were getting somewhere. Everything was fine.

But it wasn’t. Nothing was fine. You woke up in even worse condition the next day, John had worry creasing his brow. He told you to stay at the hotel. It being you though, you said no. You came to help with this case, you weren’t just going to sit in bed and wait for him and his friend to come back and say everything was handled. You weren’t going to play pretty house wife, you weren’t going to stand by when you have your uses. You came to help him for a reason. You had something you wanted to prove to him, so no. You didn’t stay at the hotel, you got dressed and you went out to handle day three of the investigation, and everything seemed to be going fine until you uttered a spell.

It wasn’t anything big, just a revealing spell, it shouldn’t have taken anything out of you to do, but as soon as the words left your lips your vision blurred, colors popped in the corner of your eye, and your head felt like it was submerged underwater all of the sudden. After that you don’t remember much more than the floor under you. When you came to you were in the hotel room, John next to the bed looking as if someone had kicked a puppy in front of him, and maybe someone did. Maybe you were that puppy.

Everything went too fast after you woke up, Zed’s voice ringing in your ears as she told John what had happened, gave him the news you guys needed for this case, but not the news he wanted to hear by the looks of his face. There was something heart breaking about the way he looked at you when he stood up, as if he was seeing you for the last time as he had to force himself out the door to do his job, and with the way you felt? It could have honestly been the very last time you saw him.

Did that give you the strength to say what was important though? What mattered? No. Of course not. You watched him leave as your eyes fell shut again, body heavy and head aching. It felt like a miracle that you managed to speak to Zed at all while he was gone, but talking to her at least helped you air out some heavy words you needed to say. You were thankful you had the strength for that much.

Until you didn’t have strength at all. It was pain, red hot pain like you were being ripped from your own body, your fingers tight in the sheets you laid on as you cried. But just as suddenly as the searing pain started, it stopped, and you pulled in a breath before you were falling into unconsciousness. The thing to wake you next was John’s voice when he came back, like soothing water over burns. Your eyes opened to the sight of him, roughed up then more than he usually was, and just seeing him had the corners of your mouth lifting, and you were shifting on the bed to make room for him before you knew it.

John Constantine had so many goddamn faults, but the way he climbed into bed and held you like you were his entire world? It was almost enough to make you forget how much of a fucking asshole he was on the daily. You nestled against him, held his warmth close to you, and let out a relieved breath. John was a noncommittal con-man and cheat, but in moments of vulnerability with you…. You could see his pain, and how much losing you would have killed him.

He was such an unfair man.

But he had you resting easy in his arms, and in his home at a later hour. The only real unfortunate part of the whole ordeal was… You were totally kicked out of the Ghostbusters.

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Horde Mentality #1: Drained

Everything was fine, from opening a door, to locating Klarion. You could hold your own, the lingering hands of near death didn’t seem to plague you as strongly anymore. It’s been a few days, and John’s gone out of his way to protect you. So why? 

Why is it that the second you step through Raven’s portal that you have to be blasted by Klarion, and why is it that your next move feels as if it knocks the wind out of you? Your head gets heavy, and you’re shielding yourself the best you can, throwing what you’re able to at him, but you feel drained. Like whatever had its hands on you really did a total. You can’t fight like this. 

Raven notices that too, she urges you to rest when you talk, and hearing the urgency in her voice, you can’t say no. She’s wise, and her words get you to step down, and resign yourself to staying at the tower. You’d rest easier if this were all over, but you’ll have to deal with doing as much as you can, even if that’s so little. 

It’s at least better to be told to rest by Raven than to see John’s worried face pleading with you to stay put. 

That’s the positive you’ll take out of having to sit out of this mock apocalypse. At least it wasn’t John who told you to sit down. 

[evilaelttil]

I hear John Constantine is a conman and a cheat? Repulsive.