#jxhnconstantine

   He has his own ways of subtly chasing people out of the pub    when it comes to closing time. Sometimes it’s done with word    and charm alone, sometimes with threats of violence or police.    Other times it’s done by simply tipping the contents of a patron’s    glass into their lap without coming anywhere near. It didn’t matter    if it wasn’t exactly the best way to get people to leave. It worked    and that’s all that mattered. By the time 4am rolled around, he    was beyond caring.

    The last of the patrons had left five minutes ago and Chase     had just locked the expensive things away and was sorting     the keys for the cash register to lock that when the sound of     the entrance doors pulled his attention.     He doesn’t even bother looking up.

     “May I help you?”

It’s a little sassy, mostly because it’s late, partially because she hasn’t had a shot of vodka for the past 6 hours, and entirely due to the fact that the demoness is starving. Her work doesn’t have time for pit stops, especially when she decides to come TOPSIDE from Purgatory. The little library she’s taken upon herself to run hardly gets customers but then again college students don’t come researching the supernatural for their political science reports, now do they?

Besides she’s got not time for frivolities on this trip. Contacted to find a certain pain in the ass human (hey that’s what they said) and to slaughter him, well, she’s running a tight ship. She grabs her files off the desk marked Constantine and tucks them under her arm. 

"Just ‘cause an idea is bad, doesn’t mean its not got some utility, love.          —— All this honed from years of experience dealin’ with the sorts of                     things normal people call bad. Bad is just me life.”

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♥: How they show affection.

                         c     o     l     d     .

It's all she knows, all she feels, all she thinks.  She can't see, can't breathe, can't fight it off.  She thinks she's struggling, trying to get back to something  --  is she in water? --  but she can't even feel her arms and legs, can't feel anything except the piercing, biting,  h a r s h   cold.  She opens her mouth to scream and it only gets worse, flowing inside her, freezing her from the inside out.  Soon she'll be nothing but ice, a frozen ghost, forever trapped, forever struggling --

        air.

Zed wakes from the vision with the deepest breath she's ever taken, hacking and coughing up a storm.  It takes her a full ten minutes to convince herself she's not drowning, and even longer for her to regain any sense of warmth.  By the time she's feeling somewhat human, she realizes that she has to tell John.  Because this visions is unlike anything she's ever experienced.  She's had snakes around her ankles and a tiger staring her down, she's seen a dying angel -- hell, she's been burned alive in a vision before, but none of them, not a single one, came anywhere close to the intensity and fear of this one.

Something was going down.  Something bad.

She had to talk to John.

She's barely aware of her speed going down the street, still fighting to convince herself that she's okay, that she's not drowning, not dead when she pulls up outside the mill.  The sun is barely visible over the treetops but Zed is wide awake -- feels like she's never been more awake in her life.

Out of formality, she knocks on the door, but when an answer doesn't immediately come, she simply lets herself in and starts calling for John, a sense of urgency apparent in the waver of her voice.

Send √ for a long-winded confession text 

[text]: You do know you’re a good person, right? I know you are. You act like you don’t care, you do things that make it seem like you don’t. But you do underneath it all. And yet you still have all this guilt and I just want you to know that you’re not as bad as you think you are.