[ Unfortunately, John is under no other impression but that he utterly, unambiguously does deserve to see this.
He closes the distance between himself and Dorian with a few more long steps, projecting more confidence than he really has. Astra, perhaps fortunately, stays cowering in her corner, surveying tearfully.
You're a mess, John Constantine. You're a fuckin mess, a colossal sinner, a walking rubbish heap that consumes everything in its path. And this is the tip of the iceberg of what you deserve.
He can't bring himself to say "You don't have to do this", or "It was my fuckup, I'll think of some way to con the universe like I always do". He knows how hollow it would ring in Dorian's perfect ears.
His hand and all of its worn skin rests on Dorian's wrist, eyes locked with an intent stare beyond words. ]
C'mon Dodo, awful's what we do. Living balls-deep in sin's better with someone to have fun with, right?
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He closes the distance between himself and Dorian with a few more long steps, projecting more confidence than he really has. Astra, perhaps fortunately, stays cowering in her corner, surveying tearfully.
You're a mess, John Constantine. You're a fuckin mess, a colossal sinner, a walking rubbish heap that consumes everything in its path. And this is the tip of the iceberg of what you deserve.
He can't bring himself to say "You don't have to do this", or "It was my fuckup, I'll think of some way to con the universe like I always do". He knows how hollow it would ring in Dorian's perfect ears.
His hand and all of its worn skin rests on Dorian's wrist, eyes locked with an intent stare beyond words. ]
C'mon Dodo, awful's what we do. Living balls-deep in sin's better with someone to have fun with, right?