John Constantine.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀We all sell our souls sooner or later.⠀⠀⠀
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[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I'll Tell You The Ultimate Secret To Magic.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Any Cunt Could Do It.

[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

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."

[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

@KissOfMortem "'Ello to you too you miserable git." He looks around at the House. It always acted like it around him.

He'd follow her into the ends of the Earth, so he nods.

"Only easy for you." He jests, pondering the liquid before giving an idle shrug and drinking it anyways.

[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

@yastisdrawkcab "Ain't I?" He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Wish me brain would accept that. Guess I'll just have to let you tell me till I believe it eh?" He winked.

[ᅠ ᅠ 𝐶𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋 @PAlNFULPAST]

https://t.co/5tisumIJ7R

[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

@yastisdrawkcab Of her. "Damn, Zee." he murmured.Pouring himself a glass, he gazed pensively into the distance, gently sipping the drink. "Cheers, beautiful," he said softly to the shadows, his mind conjuring her image within them.

[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

@yastisdrawkcab the remainder of his cigarette pack into her thoughtful present.

He paused to reflect for a moment before heading to the fridge, his soft smile broadening as he tenderly held the bottle. Every day, the void where his heart was supposed to be seemed to fill a bit more because--

[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

Awkwardly.

"Only if you want though."

[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

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--

[Astra. @severedessence]

Hands @MagicIsBollocks a birthday card. It’s not much, but . . . it has love.

“Happy birthday.”

[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

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--

[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

And regretting being the captain of hindsight. Being nice was never an option.

"What's crawled up your arse?"

[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

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 --

[𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙾. @devotedtraitor]

Popping a brow, snatching the pack from John's hand and smacking it until one slides out.

"Truce? What are you? Ten?

We're grown men. We hold grudges."

[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

@KissOfMortem John slumps down, settling comfortably on a stool amidst familiar surroundings.

"Aw, Zee." he grumbled. "Look at us now, though. You're still my hero, and hell, if you tried anything on me, I think both of us know I'm easy. I'd let ya."

[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

@yastisdrawkcab "You always know what to say." John observed, gazing at Zee with a tender expression, he found himself pulled from his own dark reflections by Zatanna's compassion and rational thinking, attributes he openly acknowledged he sometimes lacked.

[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

"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?"

[𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙾. @devotedtraitor]

"Don't call me that," he snaps and pats around his chest for his pack of cigs.

"Prick."

[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

John swore almost as much as he spoke incantations, until the break of day peeked over thr crumbling ruins, and the shadows and demons began to receed.

"Fuck me." He fell to his knees, and slumped over.

[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

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 --

[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

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--

[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

@yastisdrawkcab Too well. Almost a bit scary."

[John Constantine. @MagicIsBollocks]

@yastisdrawkcab "I know Zee." He ran a hand through his greasy hair, knuckles turning white as he gripped some.

"I just had a moment. I realised that I could be that bastard an' not even know it."

He sighed, allowing the thought to be pushed away slightly, body relaxing.

"You know me --