Doesn't matter what I thought. It's what I did that counts. [He just wanted to fix things. His intentions were nothing but good, he just wanted to make things right for a family that had already been through so much. And of course, like his damned pattern has proven over and over again, he mucked it up. And he messed it up good.
He's not even sure how to take Lucifer's words. It's so surreal for him right now, sitting in Luci's posh over the top club, drinking whiskey he couldn't afford on his own, listening to words that might be comforting from someone else. And John feels like he's been tossed into some sort of messed up alternate reality.
He doesn't even know what to think about Lucifer at all now. Besides not to trust him, but maybe just once it's worth it to behave himself for a short time. Besides, he's getting good whiskey out of it and if nothing else Lucifer isn't particularly happy with the news that he's given him.
Maybe that'll get something rolling if nothing else.
But when Lucifer brings up that Manny can shift who holds John's soul, John responds with the same level of shock as if he'd been slapped in the face.] You've got to be shitting me. The bloody piece of-[The rest of the contents of the glass goes into his mouth and throat in one go, John is infuriated entirely. John wants to know how far back this goes. Angels have a lot of lifespan for a scheme like this, and there's plenty of time to work every angle.] How long do you think he's been playing at this? [John doesn't want to think of how much sway Manny might have had in things. But he has a feeling that they're going to get the answers soon.] Guess we'll find out. Welcome to air Constantine, sorry mate, you've got no choice in the tickets. You get what you get. And with me it's always a rough ride.
[He's seething and shaking with anger, jaw clenched tight, and it's in these moments that he usually makes his worst choices. But he's already in too deep, damned and furious about being played. Even if it was his choice to be taken in, the dream of a life that didn't end for him straight into the proverbial fiery lake was too good to let go of. And it's all being spurred on by red eyed glory, fear and excitement twisting and heating inside of him in response.]
Oh, I'm good for it. If nothing else, I'm always up for a little magic. [He hasn't made a good portal in a while, not ones for personal use anyway. But he manages with the same intensity as all of his spells, they're physical and spiritual for him, and he forms the portal with the expected forcefulness. Magic bends to John Constantine, and this is some of his finest work.
It's beautiful. Golden, glorious, and open right in front of Lucifer. Damn whoever else might see it. They've got shit to do, and if they're in the devil's sodding nightclub they might as well see a little hellishness, not that there's too many this far back.] After you.
no subject
He's not even sure how to take Lucifer's words. It's so surreal for him right now, sitting in Luci's posh over the top club, drinking whiskey he couldn't afford on his own, listening to words that might be comforting from someone else. And John feels like he's been tossed into some sort of messed up alternate reality.
He doesn't even know what to think about Lucifer at all now. Besides not to trust him, but maybe just once it's worth it to behave himself for a short time. Besides, he's getting good whiskey out of it and if nothing else Lucifer isn't particularly happy with the news that he's given him.
Maybe that'll get something rolling if nothing else.
But when Lucifer brings up that Manny can shift who holds John's soul, John responds with the same level of shock as if he'd been slapped in the face.] You've got to be shitting me. The bloody piece of-[The rest of the contents of the glass goes into his mouth and throat in one go, John is infuriated entirely. John wants to know how far back this goes. Angels have a lot of lifespan for a scheme like this, and there's plenty of time to work every angle.] How long do you think he's been playing at this? [John doesn't want to think of how much sway Manny might have had in things. But he has a feeling that they're going to get the answers soon.] Guess we'll find out. Welcome to air Constantine, sorry mate, you've got no choice in the tickets. You get what you get. And with me it's always a rough ride.
[He's seething and shaking with anger, jaw clenched tight, and it's in these moments that he usually makes his worst choices. But he's already in too deep, damned and furious about being played. Even if it was his choice to be taken in, the dream of a life that didn't end for him straight into the proverbial fiery lake was too good to let go of. And it's all being spurred on by red eyed glory, fear and excitement twisting and heating inside of him in response.]
Oh, I'm good for it. If nothing else, I'm always up for a little magic. [He hasn't made a good portal in a while, not ones for personal use anyway. But he manages with the same intensity as all of his spells, they're physical and spiritual for him, and he forms the portal with the expected forcefulness. Magic bends to John Constantine, and this is some of his finest work.
It's beautiful. Golden, glorious, and open right in front of Lucifer. Damn whoever else might see it. They've got shit to do, and if they're in the devil's sodding nightclub they might as well see a little hellishness, not that there's too many this far back.] After you.