John Constantine can teach you about magic. (_constantine_) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2018-01-07 10:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | catherine mccullough, john constantine |
Who: John Constantine and Cat McCullough
What: Unfucking some habitat
Where: Cat’s place
When: Sunday, late afternoon
Rating: L for language.
Everdale was a pain in the ass to get to for someone who didn’t own a car, if John was being honest. Still, he’d sweet talked his way into a ride from a man who probably hadn’t been going in that direction at all (paying for a taxi was only ever a last resort) and was happily dropped off on the little winding bit of path that’d lead him up to the cabin where he knew Cath resided and despite the cold weather, he was content enough to crunch his way through frozen leaves and dead grass in order to get where he needed to be.
Probably, he reflected a bit bitterly as he took one last pull from his cigarette before flicking it into the distance, he should have invested in a scarf and some gloves. Not a winter coat, though, because there wasn’t much on this earth or any other that could make John Constantine lose his trademark trench coat.
He didn’t knock, didn’t even go up to the door yet, but instead took a moment to look the place and its’ surroundings over and get a feel for the job that needed to be done here.