@keanustantine

     halloween night had always been busy for the department in the same way that it was for hospitals. they just often got the tail end of the incidents. drunk kids, people thinking they were werewolves disturbing the peace, even a strange murder or two. but this year, things had appeared surprisingly quiet-- even if a strange sense of foreboding had engulfed her since the moment she’d awaken the night before in a cold sweat. 

                    had something already occurred or was it about to? 

     phones ring on desks, fingers typing away at a computer until a chill forms across skin, motion halted before angela rises from her seat and moves toward the front desk moments before john constantine enters the doors, meeting him as he entered. she hadn’t expected him but she’d known he was there, sensed his presence as if they were strangely attuned since he’d held her under the water and reawakened a terrifying world within her. “john.” a smile is offered. “a little old for trick or treating aren’t you?” tone is light-hearted and teasing despite a sense that this wasn’t going to be a social call. 

The Following 3.05 - Max Hardy

“You chose hunting Mark over me, and you would do it again. Wouldn’t you?”

Student John ;)

@ofimaginarybeings | john constantine

     confusion creases pale features, flashing lights reflecting across varied surfaces as angela’s hues meet those of a man she hasn’t seen in years. it was not that they had not parted on good terms, but perhaps a feeling of a new chapter beginning. maybe it was easier to keep moving forward-- for him to distance himself from a person who knew his secrets and for her to do the same. and yet, breath is exhaled as expression morphs into a strange sense of relief at his presence. he was alive after all this time and she was glad for it. 

     “hello, john.” angela states, a smile offered as she meets him on the sidewalk across from the station. “as much as i love a visit with old friends, I have a feeling it’s not what brings you back to los angeles.” at least not entirely.

@whcwashe​

     Coffee radiates heat at the side of a computer, phone in hand as the detective speaks in hushed tones. It’s a rare day off-- one requested in light of her cousin’s new presence in Los Angeles-- or, at least it will be the moment Angela completes the few loose ends of the case she had been working on.  

     Fingers point toward the coffee pot before she sees Liv, relayed words being typed over the course of several minutes before finally her work is completed and Angela releases a sigh. “I’m sorry about that. Now I’m officially free for the next week.” She doesn’t ask if Liv slept well, doesn’t need to, because Angela knows how it was for her after John helped her see. 

       Here  I  stand,

                              BLEEDING                              BRUISED  &                             BREATHLESS

                                                                    —  but  still,                                                          standing.

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tv show meme: [2/5] female characters - max hardy (the following)

“I trained with the best CIA techs at the academy. Do you honestly think that they can trace anything I do online?”

“Hold the door. You going down?”

“Not if i can help it”.

‘Constantine’ (2005). //  “John smokes” gifset 4 of ?

‘Constantine’ (2005). //  “John smokes” gifset 14-A of ?

whcwashe:

“ —– what happened?” her breath catches in her throat, and for a moment, she’d have sworn the air around them had gone entirely still. too still. and quiet – enough that it unsettled her, in the instant before angela pulled her hand back. it’s a relief and a disaster all at once. the opportunity for accepted and SAFETY, and the utter confirmation that this was real. that all of it existed, and that there was no turning back now. a part of her, however small, had somehow HOPED against all odds that she’d gone crazy. that all of it was in her head, john included. and that after a break and a nap, or some medication all of it would go back to normal.

it was like someone had flipped a switch on her life. everything had gone gray in the last week, she couldn’t breath anymore, and she just wanted to get AWAY. she’d though, somehow, that california would be far enough. that somehow, john couldn’t possibly have reached this far. maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised. she doesn’t realize she’s holding her breath until angela tells her to breath. and she does, nearly collapsing into the couch with a huff. she wanted to curl up in a ball and stay there, until everything worked itself out.

that was never an option. still, the moment angela starts to speak again, tension starts to creep its way out of her joints, and she slowly begins to relax. “Can you see them? The —- all of it? The ghosts?” It seemed the obvious question. The only one worth asking at the moment, anyway. “What happened? With you and John?”

Paled features come to life, warmth blooming as breath and necessity overtake the overwhelming nature of experience. Though once a half-remembered dream, Angela is no stranger to the world beyond the surface and now, no longer was her cousin either. “You saw a train.” Angela relates, voice easing with every word. There was no time to be shocked, to worry about what conspiracy brought John back into her family’s life-- albeit distant family-- no, Liv needed someone in control, someone that could give her the answers John had given her. The difference was, however, that Angela had asked to be let in where Liv hadn’t had that chance.

“Yes.” The reply comes clear and factual, hands gathering a blanket from the back of the couch to place over her cousin. “So could-- so could Isabel. It’s why our parents locked her away, why I let the fear consume me until--” Angela redirects; this was different and she doubted giving Liv the hope that all this could go away with mere denial was the right path to lead with. Liv wasn’t a child and they already could see her and her them. “They drove Isabel to it. But John saved her soul and saved my life.” No matter the reputation John Constantine held, Angela would always be indebted to him for that, seeing him as an ally. She owed him that much even if she hadn’t seen him for years now.

talentforlying:

 the  years  have  not  been  kind  —  to  this  city,  to  the  man  lying  dead  beyond  the  barricade,  to  him.   the  asphalt  seems  to  suck  at  his  shoes  with  every  weighted  step,  the  feeling  of  a  thousand  eyes  tracing  his  back  as  he  passes  the  invisible  border  between  neon  streetlights  and  the  chatter  of  a  million  televisions  and  enters  a  nuclear  zone  of  closed  blinds  and  darkened  windows ;  stragglers  lingering  by  the  outskirts  of  the  alley  to  tut  and  pale  at  the  bloody  spectacle  before  scuttling  on  their  way  —  lines  of  ANTS,  following  the  same  nine  to  five  routine.   head  down,  mouth  shut,  be  good,  go  home,  do  it  again  in  the  morning.   something  surreal  about  it  all,  an  off - white  against  the  backdrop  of  the  city.   the  world  continues  to  turn  and  john  constantine  continues  to  laugh  at  its  futility.

 the  card  comes  to  him  like  a  pinwheel,  a  fluttering  moth  in  the  darkness,  and  reality  sinks  its  teeth  back  in  to  the  beat  of  hard - soled  shoes.   an  ironic  procession,  the  card  and  the  detective  make.   like  old  sins  breathing  down  his  neck  in  the  darkness.   he  watches  the  card  for  another  moment,  watches  the  ripples  expand  and  disappear,  watches  the  ink  smear  until  the  numbers  can’t  be  seen.    ‘  i  know  a  lot  of  people.  ‘    a  cigarette  slides  between  his  teeth,  lighter  chasing  it ;  he’d  lost  his  patience  for  nicotine  gum  some  months  ago.   and  still  his  eyes  don’t  lift  to  hers,  as  if  he  could  deny  this  reality  if  he  simply  doesn’t  look  at  it.    ‘  does  he  have  a  NAME?  ‘

White noise builds-- the distant crackle of police radios, the voices of cops and sirens echoing against brick buildings and the distinct drip drip of raindrops hitting asphalt-- setting a somewhat dismal scene. Letters fade into water like the swirling smoke of a jar consuming a trapped bug on a table. Eyes refocus. Perhaps she shouldn’t have presumed, and yet, clearly some conspiracy was at foot, two forces brought together by the decaying flesh of a body. “Xavier Andrews.” Comes her reply, tone matter-of-fact. “Though his identification looked a bit dodgy.” Perhaps it hadn’t even been the man’s real name. Truth be told she hadn’t paid much attention to the wallet after John’s card slipped out, mind sent on a quest, thoughts reeling. “Was hoping you’d have some answers on that front.” After all, there had to be a reason his card was on the body; was it truly some strange coincidence that he would happen upon the very scene she was called to? A scene were the deceased held possession of his card. She didn’t believe in coincidences anymore.

A step is taken forward, gaze almost quizzical as wind sweeps around Angela’s shoulders and yet the chill which passes over her body feels otherworldly. Eyes close automatically, action diverted from previous intention. She doesn’t like this, doesn’t like the way her skin begins to crawl or cold sweat beads across her brow. She feels suddenly trapped, claustrophobic, a wave of desperation and then anger. A ghostly image shrouded in something dark.. of a man but not just any man, the man plays across closed lids before hues dart open and her neck turns back toward the way she came. Seconds later, sirens and alarms on cars go haywire prompting white noise to morph into annoyed exclamation. The Captain wanted a quick case, but Angela had the feeling nothing about this case would be open and shut.

HIATUS NOTICE

I know I’ve been on hiatus for awhile but things are very hectic for me right now. We are in the process of moving and my hours at work have increased so my activity, for the time being, is going to be very slow for at least the next month. I’ll try to be on here and my other blogs as much as I can but most days I’m just too tired by the time I get home. I do hope to get back to full activity by the end of October. Thanks for understanding.