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Tweak says, "Will he stay? Will he go?"

Constantine (jconstantine) wrote in crownplazaic,
@ 2021-09-17 03:03:00

Entry tags:

!log/thread, john constantine, natasha romanoff

Who: John Constantine and Natasha Romanoff
Where: The streets of Seattle
When: Night-time
What: Natasha has some vengeance to dish out
Status: Closed/on-going
Warnings:

Since their arrival in the hotel, he and Natasha had dealt with various traumatic and unexpected circumstances. The one that was currently consuming them felt far worse than anything that had come before it. Which was to be expected. Natasha had only recently been reunited with her sister and to have her ripped so violently from her was cruel beyond words.

Which was why they were currently stomping the streets of Seattle, in search of...John wasn't entirely sure what they were in search of but he sure as fuck wasn't letting Natasha out of his sight or leaving her side. Not now. He would never allow her to go through this alone.

"We heading towards the Olympic Sculpture Park?" John asked, attempting to breach the silence between them. He could see the turmoil on her face, however much she might attempt to mask it. It radiated from her like a 70s bar-heater, daring anyone to get in front of her lest she unleash the flames.

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jconstantine
2021-09-25 02:32 am UTC (link)

That squeeze was too much and he was about to pull his hand away when Natasha let go, allowing him to massage a little feeling back into the digits. That was going to leave a mark but in the wider scheme of things, it was small beer.

To John, it seemed like that was the moment her attitude changed. Or was it that Nat's awareness kicked in? he couldn't be sure which it was. What mattered was the conclusion she'd reached and that the hotel didn't feel safe right now.

Then she went a stage further.

"I'm not leaving you, Nat," he answered with a very clear shake of his head. "I can handle myself, you know that," John said jerking his head towards the piles of ash surrounding them. "You are the very best thing that's ever happened to me, Natasha Romanoff and if you think I'm letting you deal with this alone, you have severely underestimated how stubborn I can be."

John gave her a hard look and then pulled a small knife from his pocket and carved a slit in his left wrist. "You'll feel better once you've fed," he said offering up his wrist. "Less distracted."

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butwewill
2021-09-25 02:52 am UTC (link)

"I have to leave you," she insisted, before shaking her head at his words. Why couldn't he just understand that he was in danger here, and if anything happened -

All thoughts disappeared as she watched him drag the blade across his wrist. It was too tantalizing, and her marble will shattered. Before Natasha could fully understand, she had already closed the distance between them and had his arm in a vice grip, her gaze darkening as the scent and appearance of fresh blood caused her bloodlust to kick things into overdrive. What she wanted to do was call him an idiot, and protest this - what if she didn't stop, or what if she killed him?

But those words never came, and Natasha was already lifting his wrist to her mouth so she could drink deeply.

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jconstantine
2021-09-27 12:47 am UTC (link)

John understood entirely what she was saying, he just wasn't capitulating to her request for abandonment. If the tables were turned he knew he'd have one helluva time convincing her to go, however rife the danger.

Ultimately, he was a practical man and if the danger came from Natasha's instinct to feed, then taking the edge off that was the first port of call. The cut fucking hurt but not nearly as much as watching her walk away. As she took his arm and drew it to her lips John could only have faith that he'd chosen his path and his partner well. The simple thought made him grimace. John Constantine with faith in anything? That was a laugh!

Still, he drew Natasha close to him, his other arm circling her in an embrace that might appear tender, in other circumstances.

"There now," he said softly coaxing, "drink up. You'll need all you can get to keep your mind straight." Not too much, though. He wasn't entirely sure how he'd react if Natasha didn't stop of her own volition but there was only one way they would find that out. "How's that, sweetheart?" he wanted her to hear his voice and know that he was on the end of the sweet treat she was devouring.

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butwewill
2021-09-27 01:28 am UTC (link)

For the first several seconds, the only thing she could hear was his pulse, beating loudly in her ears and warring with her senses as she drank. Natasha didn't even realize it, but a faint moan escaped her lips around his blood, similar to the sounds John generally only heard in their bed. His voice took longer to break through as the taste started to ease the edges of her hunger, and Natasha knew she needed to stop and let him go - and maybe even yell at him for this - but she didn't want to.

Instead, her hand tightened on his wrist while her other hand reached out to grip his jacket and keep him from pulling away. Natasha had no intention of letting him go anytime soon, not any longer. Even as she heard his heartbeat begin to slow, just a little.

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jconstantine
2021-09-27 01:51 am UTC (link)

How much blood could a vampire drink in a second? John found himself wondering as the moments ticked on. The running commentary continued as he tried to break the haze of Natasha's feeding, to get to that beautiful and magnificent brain underneath her urges.

The edges of the pain started to blur, which told him he'd lost more than he'd thought. "You're draining me, luv," he said in barely a whisper. "Time for a break while I make a bit more for you," John mumbled. "They'll always be more, so long as you give me time for...orange juice and a biscuit. That's what they give you at the hospital, isn't it?"

He knew he was making very little sense but with the options currently available, he'd rather go with Plan A. Trust Natasha.

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butwewill
2021-09-27 02:23 am UTC (link)

Over the sounds of his pulse, his voice sounded loud despite how quietly he spoke, and somehow they - and the love she could feel emanating from him now - managed to break through her desire to keep feeding. The hand holding his jacket tugged him closer for a moment as she drew strength from him, and kept hold as she lifted her mouth from his wrist. Blood stained her lips and teeth, mixing with the same blood from the vampire who'd turned her on her chin as she raised her head. Her own color had returned now, and she almost seemed a little brighter, her blue-green eyes glimmering in the darkness of the park as she sought out his own gaze.

"John?"

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jconstantine
2021-09-27 03:04 am UTC (link)

He could feel the edges of consciousness starting to close in as Natasha fed. The faith he had in her was strong, despite the circumstances and every single instance of faith in everything being for nought. John felt her tug him close and then the pressure on his wrist lessened.

Hearing his name brought an itch to his eyes (not tears - never those!). "Aye, still here, sweetheart," he said looking into Natasha's eyes. He reached up and as though it were simple mayonnaise on her chin, he brushed the blood away with his thumb.

"How are you doing, luv?" he asked trying to muster his strength.

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butwewill
2021-09-30 10:25 pm UTC (link)

"....Better," she said softly, before looking down at his wrist. He was far too pale and the mark she'd left seemed gaping and empty, and she was struck with a cold fear she hadn't thought possible. "You need a hospital." Straightening, she picked him up into her arms, barely even acknowledging how little effort it took thanks to the vampiric strength she now had. It couldn't be hard to find a hospital, not in a place like this.

For a moment she stood there and just listened - then caught it: the faint sound of an ambulance siren. "Close your eyes," Natasha whispered, before she sprung into action, using her vampire speed to her advantage to get him to a hospital for treatment.

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jconstantine
2021-10-01 02:54 am UTC (link)

"That's good..." he said in barely a whisper, a smile on his lips as he spoke. Natasha seemed to glow as she looked down at him in concern. Like an angel, sent here just for him and John couldn't help but give a giggle at that thought. "The last time I felt like this involved a shit-load of drugs," he told her, trying to blink his eyes and finding the lids just a little too heavy to open all the way.

Hospital? "Bit dramatic?" he suggested, though he really was in no position to fight Natasha's urge to find him help. "Why do I need to shut my..." and that's when she started moving and the world seemed to spin. "...got it," John said, happy to let this particular experience pass unseen.

He heard the ambulance before he saw it, for obvious reasons. "Tell me we're flagging one down, luv?" he said with another giggle.

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