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John Constantine can teach you about magic. (_constantine_) wrote in snapthread,

Peter B | Constantine
"It's my last Will and Testament," John said dryly, mostly under his breath. "I've got exactly five items t'give away and very specific people t'give them to." It was a lie, of course, just a distraction from the dark haired ghost he could see from the window that was standing in the yard. He didn't tend to usually like any ghosts but these ones John decided he liked less than usual. They were too quiet and he didn't like that at all. "Fuck off," he told another one quite pointedly -- a firm and accusing finger being pointed in the direction of the pantry.

"No, s'not for a note," he went on, lighting up like a kid on christmas when Peter came in clutch, finding those crayons. Not his ideal choice for a writing utensil in a moment like this -- chalk or charcoal or even one of those big ass sharpies that smelled good (a little like getting high) when you uncapped them might have been nicer. But beggars couldn't be choosers. "C'mere," he gestured at Peter -- wanting to keep him close. Separation in moments like these never once ended well. John knew this from experience. "We're gonna do some dirty magic. Just gotta find a -- an emptier room."