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A Revolver is pressed firmly against Constantine's head. Nonchalantly, he continues to drink and taunts, "Pull the trigger." The ramblling man does, but the trigger clicks, spewing a burst of glitter.
With a wicked grin, John adds, "Now piss off."
Genuinely, John doesn't expect her to walk in and pass the card for him, his whiskey is staring him in the face and the burning of the cigarette he needs to knock the ash off is threatening to fall into the drink.
"Hm?" He flipped it over and opened it, revealing--
Hands @MagicIsBollocks a birthday card. It’s not much, but . . . it has love.
“Happy birthday.”
Just how thoughtful she was.
Something there, for a second, breaks in him.
Astra's handwriting is beautiful, the note is simple and standard to a birthday card but all the same, it speaks volumes.
He drops the butt in the drink, not caring as he stands and opens his arms--
A simple click of his fingers and the cigarette combusts, enough to threaten to singe Nicks eyebrows.
"I ain't come 'ere to reminisce about our shitty history an' have a dick measuring contest you wanker." A roll of his eye's as he pushes his hand through his hair --
"Alright Alright." He gave in, hands raised before q hand ducked into his coat and pulled a pack out. "'Ere have one of these, Truce?"
In crumbling ruins, flickerint shadows drew closer. John stood with an unlit cigarette twixt his lips, faced encroaching demons. The air, heavy with sulfur, buzzed as malicious forms advanced, their eyes ablaze. Lighting a cigarette revealed Constantine's wicked confident grin --
The demons lunged forward, he recited ancient words, creating a rune barrier that repelled them. With fluid gestures, he trapped another demon in a light prison, which then vanished. Battling through the night, using magic with refined skill and determination--
A prolonged silence falls as he has a sudden, jarring realization. Perhaps Astra's silence is his doing. The grim possibility in the future he mirrored his father's role in her life hit him hard, halting him in his tracks.
"Fuckit." He muttered quietly, acknowledging the idiocy.
"Aw lighten up Nick." John sniggered, knowing he had got under his skin, yet still feeling slightly like a kicked puppy.
"You're cute when you get all pissed off."
"I shouldn't be, should I?" He sighed. "Probably would tell you though..." He quirked a brow, slyly suggesting the idea.
