oldhound: (night and lay me down on the)
john constantine. ([personal profile] oldhound) wrote in [community profile] synthneon 2021-02-26 05:18 am (UTC)

"S'what I said," he says, grinning as she tests the idea out. "Ones I know have this musk, powerful hallucinogen and they use it to take down their defenses before impaling the hearts. Nasty buggers."

He grins when she says that after about the political bunch. "Yeah, well, since when do any of those lot have a sense of humor to spare between them? Had even less of one when one of my mates on the Waverider stole one of the Queen's corgis. Done him up like he was in a punk band after."

Which was entirely too amusing to John. But her tone shifts, changes and he sobers a little, giving over his attention in earnest. He could offer excuses that it isn't any trouble, so on and so forth, but she knows him too bloody well for all that. All of this though? It hits close to the mark. Zed's got her life with Corrigan (he keeps tabs still, dreading the day that vision of hers finally comes true), Chas is with Renee and Ger. He hasn't been welcome in that house for years now, so he doesn't bother. What's the point?

The ship? Well, they've got each other, haven't they? He's just there off and on. No real place or attachments. Otherwise it's just the old Logue house in the middle of bugger all with naught but the gargoyles and a bottle to keep him company. Too many ghosts.

At least here their ghosts are in good company.

"Don't even think I remember the last time I helped with anything like this, honestly. Must have but---" A half shrug. "I'm probably a miserable guest though. So I should be thanking you for putting up with us."

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