misitinfernum said: sweet girl, it had taken astra a fair bit of time to figure out where constantine was. she was a little bit older, a lot more traumatized, but she was alive. and that’s what mattered. dark eyes, eyes that had seen too much, looked up at the man who had come to her two years ago. “mr. constantine...?”
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆. a life of troubles and regrets were coming to take him down the path of hell and he wasn’t going to quit now the thing that was killing him. the smoke filled his lungs, the warlock let’s it ruin his lungs even more as he looks around. the voice calls to him and for a moment he thinks it’s not real. not the first time he had hallucinated astra. but she looks real and it takes a moment for john’s eyes to settle, the smoke falling to the ground and his body lowering to be eye to eye. “astra?” and he reaches, a hand on her shoulder and he breathes out. she was out of hell. “bloody hell, you are ALIVE.” and then, regret, guilt, as the liverpool born speaks out with a shaky breath. “I’m. . .so sorry, astra. for what I did.”
