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Puppies are good. Then work up to Belgian chocolate and freshly delivered pizza.
[ She's not exactly expecting him to pull his shirt up, and considering the way John's tattoos normally move, the fact this one doesn't make Gabriel's eyes water marks it out as special. In fact, she can read all of it.
Wait a minute. ]
Did he tell you what it was? Because this... this is not a great thing. You got a drink? You might want a drink.
Might need to borrow your puppies for awhile then. I can get the rest upstairs.
[That reaction? Not good in John's world. At all. In fact, when Gabriel tells him to have a drink, it makes it even worse.]
He didn't tell me anything. He showed up pissed off, blaming me for me being able to feel him and him me. I had a hangover, and he cured it with a touch. After that, he got edgy and there was an accident. Now I've got this stuck on me.
Feel free. As long as he doesn't turn up and smite them.
[ Gabriel wonders if this is better discussed in-person. But she's not actually sure if she should get too close to Lucifer's mark, or the man it's on. Not until John has had the time to digest certain facts.
She probably shouldn't sugar-coat it either. This is Constantine after all]
It's a Prophet Mark. Basically it says you're his bitch and no one else can touch you. This accident you both had... what was it that made him pull that sort of shit?
[Stunned is a good way to describe it. The only people who have ever fought for Constantine have done so to gain his power or intelligence for one side or the other. Him? He could have died horribly for all they cared so long as they could use him after death.]
His... what?
It was a memory. He was that angel that wore the coat like mine and a witch was torturing him to try and make him call Daddy down. He refused so she hurt him more.
So he wants to make sure no one hurts me so he isn't hurt?
[Because that makes sense in John's world. Just someone else using him. He's good with that.]
[Gabriel's face is carefully blank. It's best that way, but Constantine is probably too good at reading people, and angels, to be fooled by the schooled look. The horrible swirling conflict of emotions going on underneath is not fun, and Gabriel feels torn between pity for Lucifer and confusion. Why would he have Castiel's vessel? How?
She needs to speak to Lucifer. She needs to find out what's been happening up there since she kicked the bucket. ]
Pain is a terrifying thing. It's not an excuse for marking you, but I guess it's going to have advantages.
That's the one. Met him once in the Welcome Centre.
[Given his tone, Castiel is nothing to Constantine beyond a passing knowledge. The rest of it? Well, whatever it is he sees or thinks he sees in Gabriel's face is uncommented on. With the archangels, there are family matters he doesn't want to be tangled up in.]
I can probably get it off, Gabriel. I just needed to know what it was and why you thought he did it. If it helps His Royal Snowiness unwind a little, I can deal with new body art. He's jumpy enough about all of this.
[John, on the other hand, is pleasantly drunk and maybe a little happy he's not coming home to an empty shop anymore.]
He doesn't trust anyone. They all betray him in the end.
[Michael did, Gabriel did, Dad did. His demons did. Poor Lucifer, you can understand exactly why he'd be so nervous about being soul bonded to anyone. It's not fair what happened to him, but nothing about their existence could be considered fair]
I wouldn't scrub it off yet, not if I were you. It won't hurt you, and it might keep everyone safe from another of his temper tantrums.
I'm still upset you let him draw on you and not me.
I wouldn't either if I were him. Doesn't mean he doesn't give a shit about any of of you which is more than what I'd give for any of you.
[Good think this is a new Lucifer who doesn't realise just how untrustable Constantine is. How he betrays, kill or ends up getting killed anyone around him.]
I don't know about everyone. He had his hand around my throat. Just didn't kill me. Said my archangel killing days were over after he caught a glimpse of me...
Be nice to him, Gabe. Just like I told Lestrade. He's wound up and doesn't have an outlet.
I like you more than I've liked any angel except your brother. Even more than the angel that claimed he was my guardian angel.
[For John, that's a lot. It's only taken them months to get this far.]
He could have. Just didn't. I think it's like before when he was bored. I ... I missed him more than he would have me.
I mean it, Gabe. He's bonded somehow to me. My thoughts, emotions. He's not dealing with it well.
[John sighs quietly.]
I have to remind myself that he's not the Lucifer that was here before. Doesn't know me. Doesn't care. Make sure you remember that too, yeah? For his sake, Gabe? Whatever went on between you and the Lucifer before he hasn't known or experienced. It might kill me or you that he doesn't remember that, but it's not his fault.
[John had cared against his will. Now he's taking care of a facetwin of the Lucifer he had started to have feelings for. Certain kind of Hell to be trapped with an archangel who looked the same but was a stranger. Be bonded to him and know there's nothing there for him.]
[For a moment, Gabriel clearly does not know what to say. She blinks, and then seems to pull herself together. She certainly didn't expect that from Constantine, not at all.
But of course, she can't take it seriously, or at least, she can't be seen to take it seriously.]
Oh please, you say that because you want me to take my top off.
[She leans forwards, her chin in her hand as she looks at him through the screen of Greg's laptop]
Like Glamifer and Chloe? Maybe it's a hell disease, that sort of thing seems to be making the rounds. Just... be careful. He's not used to being cared for, or friendly, or... anything like that. You're probably one of the few humans who can imagine what the cage must have been like for my brother.
[Gabriel has no real idea about how close Constantine was to her brother. No idea at all, although from the way he speaks and the way he looks now, she's getting a good idea. She feels very sympathetic, almost pitiful, but she knows that Constantine would hate that, especially from her. She makes sure she keeps those feelings from her face]
I'd really like it if neither of you died any more than you did already. You can come over here, you know that, right? Have a drink here, bring Charlotte, have dinner with us. Don't dwell on it, please?
You wish. You're an angel. All angels have terrible breasts. Only demons got them right.
[And he's happy to leave that addressed but alone. Soon as he gets through this second part he can go have a drink since he's been the good boy today.]
I know he isn't. It upsets him.
[John tends to deal with things himself, keep things he feels to himself when they're emotional. He doesn't need more names to add to his list. Either she does a good enough job hiding or John's concentration is compromised by Lucifer tooling about in his soul.]
I'm not dwelling on anything, Gabe. I'm telling you what I've seen, before and now. Right now, I can't, much as I love leering at you and Greg while I make up mental porn movies.
I've not have any complaints. But fine, fine. You keep hold of that opinion.
[Constantine... what is she meant to do with you? She's trying to reach out to you and help you, stop shoving her away. You might prefer to be a wreck all by yourself, but Gabriel does not like that one bit. At some point, maybe not today, but at some point she is going to drag your sorry ass to her place- or Greg's place in LE- and feed you, get you drunk, and then let you fall asleep on something more comfortable than a dirty mattress on the floor. You will not argue. You will obey.
Or at least, you can complain a bit but give in. She worries about you.
She's worrying now]
Right. That's fine. You have your stuff to do. Just don't... look, Lucifer is in there, you can feel him, he can feel you. I just don't want that to do any more harm than it is already. I can see it hurting you, John Constantine, don't you pretend it isn't.
[Good luck with that. Goats have nothing on John with stubbornness. He prefers takeaway and a liquid diet with a high alcohol content. Nothing wrong here, move along.]
I've had worse than Snowzilla with his daddy and sibling issues knocking about in my life, feathery arse. I'm more worried about him getting hurt. Doubt anyone has looked out for him in a long time, and as far as he knows, no one still is.
Just be nice to him, yeah? I'm a big boy and can handle what gets thrown at me. And give Greg a grope for me. That would make me feel better.
[ Gabriel would actually have likened him to a donkey. For many reasons. ]
I believe you, don't worry. And I know my brother too. I promise to be nice and not draw dicks on his face when he sleeps. Although you know, but that might help him feel a lot better? Might give him a giggle?
Should I tell him it's from you when I do it? I'm not sure how well that will go.
I think you mean that would lead to turning part of your home into a winter wonderland complete with ice statues of Gabriel and Greg. Then again, you do know him better than I do. Just don't upset him is all I ask. You've got your dead reward. Maybe his can be to have some fun for once that doesn't involve bloodshed.
Tell him I had the thought but the action is best coming from you? Doubt he'd like me doing that. He still insists I wear clothes when he comes to visit.
I don't think that's the decorating style Greg was going for. You know I'm not going to poke him. He just needs... some time. And yeah, some fun that doesn't involve hurting people, although Dad only knows what else Lucifer likes nowadays.
Really? That's no fun. Do you insist he wears clothes?
No, I don't know that. Lucifer really never wanted to talk about you or his other siblings except for a few warnings. Likes? Likes not being bored. Why don't you invite him for dinner? Not that he eats. I think he might be going a little stir-crazy here at Hellblazer. I could use a nap that isn't interrupted by him singing or trying to draw on me.
My mental pornography would prefer he didn't. Gives me a happy thought later.
Gabriel. Gabe. I'm doing the right thing, yeah? The Lucifer from my world thinks I should kick him out, let him exist on his own. Cut him off. I know he's not the first Lucifer that was here, or that if he is, he's never going to remember me. I know he's... himself. He's never going to give a shit about what's done for him. Lucifer will destroy and hurt whether on accident or on purpose, including me. He'll never acknowledge that I'm trying to make the bad things go away or get them out of his path, give him a better life outside the Cage. I don't need him to. His whole existence seemed so fucked up, Gabe. I want him to experience some degree of happiness. Maybe a little of who he was before. What little I heard seemed like you all were so happy before it all went bad.
[well that is completely unexpected. John has never opened up like that to her before, and while Gabriel might feel that this marks a turning point in their relationship, this is all about John and Lucifer.
She smiles, and leans back]
You're trying to teach an old dog new tricks. Lucifer is... Lucifer is not mindless and he's not a thoughtless monster. He just... doesn't rate humans much. But that dosent mean you shouldn't extend the hand of friendship. He's never seen the good in humanity. I think you're doing a great deal of showing him that.
But I'll invite him over. I think you need a bit of a break every so often. And a sleep. I... I'd like to spend more time with him. He's not the same Lucifer as the one here before, but he is my brother.
He was happy. Back before. We all were. I don't know if it's possible to go back to that but we might find a different sort.
[ No one here is a good guy. This is hell. And she'll smile however she likes. In fact that smile will just get wider.]
I know. He was the only other angel who had a sense of humour. Although his is... a little different to mine.
[The smile falters a bit then, at the mention of Nature. Gabriel can't even begin to imagine what being in the Cage was like, but she can imagine how horrible it was, bare and cold, after life in the Garden.]
Something green. Trees. Plants. Something alive. Nothing over the top just... there. He doesn't like cats. He doesn't like animals that aren't... loyal.
[Exactly how John is going to manage that, Gabriel isn't sure. Her body slumps very slightly, shoulders drooping.] That was a long time ago, he might not feel the same anymore. Your guess is probably better than mine.
I've seen that. Things I would have never thought he'd so much as smirk at can get a grin. Maybe a little noise that could have been laughter.
Green. Something small I can bring back. What about a flower? Some sort of colour around for him.
[John scratches his head thoughtfully with a shrug.] He was in an honest enough mood when he said 'nature'. Told me things about himself I'll keep to myself if you don't mind. Don't need someone finding this later. We've got more people around these days that would be willing to use something against him. Against all of you. Planes of power are shifting in the smoke.
He was never one for laughing very loudly. You're probably the first being to hear him laugh for a few thousand years. I'm not going to pretend I'm not jealous.
[As tempting as it is to tease John about getting Lucifer flowers, she won't. What he's doing is possibly the most thoughtful thing Lucifer has experienced for years, and she has to try and encourage it.]
That's what I'd go for. Hellblazer doesn't have a back yard, does it? Just wondering. [Because if it does, she can do something with that. Or talk Greg into helping. He's more green fingered than her]
You can have your secrets. Just... remember he might not be so happy later on for you to know that stuff. He doesn't like being at a disadvantage. None of us do.
[John has his own brand of terrible pride, and if such were pointed out to him, he might back away or do something different. This territory is unsure enough for him. John gets cruel jokes but not often kind ones or see them that way.]
[He scratches his head a little with a small shrug.] There's a bit of a scrubby lot out back. Not much grows there but the usual annoyances. [The plant stupid meets the plant stupid. This will be amazing.]
What I meant is that I don't want to say it here where it could be recorded or hacked. If he asks me where I learned something, I tell him, Gabe. He's been lied to enough. All of you have.
That said, just because I know it doesn't mean I'll ever use it or you'll know I know it. You two and my Lucifer are my - well, friends, I suppose. Took death to make me have angel friends. I'm almost disappointed in myself. I suppose I could blame Greg in your case.
You're so kind. I'm sure I'll hear it at some point.
[ Everyone has to be proud of something, and Constantine is more than likely to do the opposite of a thing if he's teased or belittled, Gabriel realises that. She's not going to dissuade him from the path he's on. She wants her brother to have a friend. And she wants Constantine to have one that isn't Greg. ]
Scrubby stuff is better than nothing. I'll drop by some time, and see what I can do.
You can tell me in person then. If you want to. You can keep your secrets between you, I've got enough. [Secrets Greg has told her, secrets Lucifer told her at the dawn on time, secrets from kings and Emperors and all sorts of people. But she doesn't mind if John and Lucifer had put their heads together and swapped stories. Everyone needs someone to tell their intimate thoughts to, don't they?]
Oh, please blame Greg. He gets very upset if he doesn't get blamed for something once or twice a day.
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Date: 2016-10-21 05:23 pm (UTC)[ She's not exactly expecting him to pull his shirt up, and considering the way John's tattoos normally move, the fact this one doesn't make Gabriel's eyes water marks it out as special. In fact, she can read all of it.
Wait a minute. ]
Did he tell you what it was? Because this... this is not a great thing. You got a drink? You might want a drink.
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Date: 2016-10-22 02:06 am (UTC)[That reaction? Not good in John's world. At all. In fact, when Gabriel tells him to have a drink, it makes it even worse.]
He didn't tell me anything. He showed up pissed off, blaming me for me being able to feel him and him me. I had a hangover, and he cured it with a touch. After that, he got edgy and there was an accident. Now I've got this stuck on me.
What did you brother do to me?
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Date: 2016-10-22 04:29 am (UTC)[ Gabriel wonders if this is better discussed in-person. But she's not actually sure if she should get too close to Lucifer's mark, or the man it's on. Not until John has had the time to digest certain facts.
She probably shouldn't sugar-coat it either. This is Constantine after all]
It's a Prophet Mark. Basically it says you're his bitch and no one else can touch you. This accident you both had... what was it that made him pull that sort of shit?
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Date: 2016-10-22 10:08 am (UTC)His... what?
It was a memory. He was that angel that wore the coat like mine and a witch was torturing him to try and make him call Daddy down. He refused so she hurt him more.
So he wants to make sure no one hurts me so he isn't hurt?
[Because that makes sense in John's world. Just someone else using him. He's good with that.]
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Date: 2016-10-22 10:41 am (UTC)[Gabriel's face is carefully blank. It's best that way, but Constantine is probably too good at reading people, and angels, to be fooled by the schooled look. The horrible swirling conflict of emotions going on underneath is not fun, and Gabriel feels torn between pity for Lucifer and confusion. Why would he have Castiel's vessel? How?
She needs to speak to Lucifer. She needs to find out what's been happening up there since she kicked the bucket. ]
Pain is a terrifying thing. It's not an excuse for marking you, but I guess it's going to have advantages.
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Date: 2016-10-23 05:31 am (UTC)[Given his tone, Castiel is nothing to Constantine beyond a passing knowledge. The rest of it? Well, whatever it is he sees or thinks he sees in Gabriel's face is uncommented on. With the archangels, there are family matters he doesn't want to be tangled up in.]
I can probably get it off, Gabriel. I just needed to know what it was and why you thought he did it. If it helps His Royal Snowiness unwind a little, I can deal with new body art. He's jumpy enough about all of this.
[John, on the other hand, is pleasantly drunk and maybe a little happy he's not coming home to an empty shop anymore.]
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Date: 2016-10-23 10:46 am (UTC)[Michael did, Gabriel did, Dad did. His demons did. Poor Lucifer, you can understand exactly why he'd be so nervous about being soul bonded to anyone. It's not fair what happened to him, but nothing about their existence could be considered fair]
I wouldn't scrub it off yet, not if I were you. It won't hurt you, and it might keep everyone safe from another of his temper tantrums.
I'm still upset you let him draw on you and not me.
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Date: 2016-10-25 05:35 am (UTC)[Good think this is a new Lucifer who doesn't realise just how untrustable Constantine is. How he betrays, kill or ends up getting killed anyone around him.]
I don't know about everyone. He had his hand around my throat. Just didn't kill me. Said my archangel killing days were over after he caught a glimpse of me...
Be nice to him, Gabe. Just like I told Lestrade. He's wound up and doesn't have an outlet.
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Date: 2016-10-25 07:45 pm (UTC)[She hopes her brother does, but she can't guarantee it. They were very close once, and whatever else Lucifer was, he was her brother.]
Grabbed you by the throat and didn't buy you dinner? Rude. But I don't think he could have killed you, not here. No matter how harder he tried.
[And she's not entirely sure Lucifer wants to do hurt John. Overly so anyway]
He's my brother. I'm always nice to him.
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Date: 2016-10-27 08:04 am (UTC)I like you more than I've liked any angel except your brother. Even more than the angel that claimed he was my guardian angel.
[For John, that's a lot. It's only taken them months to get this far.]
He could have. Just didn't. I think it's like before when he was bored. I ... I missed him more than he would have me.
I mean it, Gabe. He's bonded somehow to me. My thoughts, emotions. He's not dealing with it well.
[John sighs quietly.]
I have to remind myself that he's not the Lucifer that was here before. Doesn't know me. Doesn't care. Make sure you remember that too, yeah? For his sake, Gabe? Whatever went on between you and the Lucifer before he hasn't known or experienced. It might kill me or you that he doesn't remember that, but it's not his fault.
[John had cared against his will. Now he's taking care of a facetwin of the Lucifer he had started to have feelings for. Certain kind of Hell to be trapped with an archangel who looked the same but was a stranger. Be bonded to him and know there's nothing there for him.]
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Date: 2016-10-27 09:50 pm (UTC)But of course, she can't take it seriously, or at least, she can't be seen to take it seriously.]
Oh please, you say that because you want me to take my top off.
[She leans forwards, her chin in her hand as she looks at him through the screen of Greg's laptop]
Like Glamifer and Chloe? Maybe it's a hell disease, that sort of thing seems to be making the rounds. Just... be careful. He's not used to being cared for, or friendly, or... anything like that. You're probably one of the few humans who can imagine what the cage must have been like for my brother.
[Gabriel has no real idea about how close Constantine was to her brother. No idea at all, although from the way he speaks and the way he looks now, she's getting a good idea. She feels very sympathetic, almost pitiful, but she knows that Constantine would hate that, especially from her. She makes sure she keeps those feelings from her face]
I'd really like it if neither of you died any more than you did already. You can come over here, you know that, right? Have a drink here, bring Charlotte, have dinner with us. Don't dwell on it, please?
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Date: 2016-10-27 10:14 pm (UTC)[And he's happy to leave that addressed but alone. Soon as he gets through this second part he can go have a drink since he's been the good boy today.]
I know he isn't. It upsets him.
[John tends to deal with things himself, keep things he feels to himself when they're emotional. He doesn't need more names to add to his list. Either she does a good enough job hiding or John's concentration is compromised by Lucifer tooling about in his soul.]
I'm not dwelling on anything, Gabe. I'm telling you what I've seen, before and now. Right now, I can't, much as I love leering at you and Greg while I make up mental porn movies.
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Date: 2016-10-27 10:42 pm (UTC)[Constantine... what is she meant to do with you? She's trying to reach out to you and help you, stop shoving her away. You might prefer to be a wreck all by yourself, but Gabriel does not like that one bit. At some point, maybe not today, but at some point she is going to drag your sorry ass to her place- or Greg's place in LE- and feed you, get you drunk, and then let you fall asleep on something more comfortable than a dirty mattress on the floor. You will not argue. You will obey.
Or at least, you can complain a bit but give in. She worries about you.
She's worrying now]
Right. That's fine. You have your stuff to do. Just don't... look, Lucifer is in there, you can feel him, he can feel you. I just don't want that to do any more harm than it is already. I can see it hurting you, John Constantine, don't you pretend it isn't.
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Date: 2016-10-28 04:30 am (UTC)I've had worse than Snowzilla with his daddy and sibling issues knocking about in my life, feathery arse. I'm more worried about him getting hurt. Doubt anyone has looked out for him in a long time, and as far as he knows, no one still is.
Just be nice to him, yeah? I'm a big boy and can handle what gets thrown at me. And give Greg a grope for me. That would make me feel better.
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Date: 2016-10-28 07:20 am (UTC)I believe you, don't worry. And I know my brother too. I promise to be nice and not draw dicks on his face when he sleeps. Although you know, but that might help him feel a lot better? Might give him a giggle?
Should I tell him it's from you when I do it? I'm not sure how well that will go.
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Date: 2016-10-29 06:04 am (UTC)I think you mean that would lead to turning part of your home into a winter wonderland complete with ice statues of Gabriel and Greg. Then again, you do know him better than I do. Just don't upset him is all I ask. You've got your dead reward. Maybe his can be to have some fun for once that doesn't involve bloodshed.
Tell him I had the thought but the action is best coming from you? Doubt he'd like me doing that. He still insists I wear clothes when he comes to visit.
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Date: 2016-10-29 07:28 am (UTC)I don't think that's the decorating style Greg was going for. You know I'm not going to poke him. He just needs... some time. And yeah, some fun that doesn't involve hurting people, although Dad only knows what else Lucifer likes nowadays.
Really? That's no fun. Do you insist he wears clothes?
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Date: 2016-10-29 08:26 am (UTC)No, I don't know that. Lucifer really never wanted to talk about you or his other siblings except for a few warnings. Likes? Likes not being bored. Why don't you invite him for dinner? Not that he eats. I think he might be going a little stir-crazy here at Hellblazer. I could use a nap that isn't interrupted by him singing or trying to draw on me.
My mental pornography would prefer he didn't. Gives me a happy thought later.
Gabriel. Gabe. I'm doing the right thing, yeah? The Lucifer from my world thinks I should kick him out, let him exist on his own. Cut him off. I know he's not the first Lucifer that was here, or that if he is, he's never going to remember me. I know he's... himself. He's never going to give a shit about what's done for him. Lucifer will destroy and hurt whether on accident or on purpose, including me. He'll never acknowledge that I'm trying to make the bad things go away or get them out of his path, give him a better life outside the Cage. I don't need him to. His whole existence seemed so fucked up, Gabe. I want him to experience some degree of happiness. Maybe a little of who he was before. What little I heard seemed like you all were so happy before it all went bad.
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Date: 2016-10-29 03:06 pm (UTC)She smiles, and leans back]
You're trying to teach an old dog new tricks. Lucifer is... Lucifer is not mindless and he's not a thoughtless monster. He just... doesn't rate humans much. But that dosent mean you shouldn't extend the hand of friendship. He's never seen the good in humanity. I think you're doing a great deal of showing him that.
But I'll invite him over. I think you need a bit of a break every so often. And a sleep. I... I'd like to spend more time with him. He's not the same Lucifer as the one here before, but he is my brother.
He was happy. Back before. We all were. I don't know if it's possible to go back to that but we might find a different sort.
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Date: 2016-11-04 11:27 pm (UTC)[Not a good guy here. Don't give him that smile.]
No, he's not. There's a mind ticking along behind the Death To Humans. Sometimes the weirdest things strike him as funny.
Thanks. Could use the nap.
He says he likes nature. Any favourites? Some plant or animal I could try to smuggle back?
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Date: 2016-11-04 11:52 pm (UTC)I know. He was the only other angel who had a sense of humour. Although his is... a little different to mine.
[The smile falters a bit then, at the mention of Nature. Gabriel can't even begin to imagine what being in the Cage was like, but she can imagine how horrible it was, bare and cold, after life in the Garden.]
Something green. Trees. Plants. Something alive. Nothing over the top just... there. He doesn't like cats. He doesn't like animals that aren't... loyal.
[Exactly how John is going to manage that, Gabriel isn't sure. Her body slumps very slightly, shoulders drooping.] That was a long time ago, he might not feel the same anymore. Your guess is probably better than mine.
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Date: 2016-11-05 12:44 am (UTC)I've seen that. Things I would have never thought he'd so much as smirk at can get a grin. Maybe a little noise that could have been laughter.
Green. Something small I can bring back. What about a flower? Some sort of colour around for him.
[John scratches his head thoughtfully with a shrug.] He was in an honest enough mood when he said 'nature'. Told me things about himself I'll keep to myself if you don't mind. Don't need someone finding this later. We've got more people around these days that would be willing to use something against him. Against all of you. Planes of power are shifting in the smoke.
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Date: 2016-11-05 10:22 am (UTC)[As tempting as it is to tease John about getting Lucifer flowers, she won't. What he's doing is possibly the most thoughtful thing Lucifer has experienced for years, and she has to try and encourage it.]
That's what I'd go for. Hellblazer doesn't have a back yard, does it? Just wondering. [Because if it does, she can do something with that. Or talk Greg into helping. He's more green fingered than her]
You can have your secrets. Just... remember he might not be so happy later on for you to know that stuff. He doesn't like being at a disadvantage. None of us do.
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Date: 2016-11-06 07:13 am (UTC)[John has his own brand of terrible pride, and if such were pointed out to him, he might back away or do something different. This territory is unsure enough for him. John gets cruel jokes but not often kind ones or see them that way.]
[He scratches his head a little with a small shrug.] There's a bit of a scrubby lot out back. Not much grows there but the usual annoyances. [The plant stupid meets the plant stupid. This will be amazing.]
What I meant is that I don't want to say it here where it could be recorded or hacked. If he asks me where I learned something, I tell him, Gabe. He's been lied to enough. All of you have.
That said, just because I know it doesn't mean I'll ever use it or you'll know I know it. You two and my Lucifer are my - well, friends, I suppose. Took death to make me have angel friends. I'm almost disappointed in myself. I suppose I could blame Greg in your case.
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Date: 2016-11-06 07:50 am (UTC)[ Everyone has to be proud of something, and Constantine is more than likely to do the opposite of a thing if he's teased or belittled, Gabriel realises that. She's not going to dissuade him from the path he's on. She wants her brother to have a friend. And she wants Constantine to have one that isn't Greg. ]
Scrubby stuff is better than nothing. I'll drop by some time, and see what I can do.
You can tell me in person then. If you want to. You can keep your secrets between you, I've got enough. [Secrets Greg has told her, secrets Lucifer told her at the dawn on time, secrets from kings and Emperors and all sorts of people. But she doesn't mind if John and Lucifer had put their heads together and swapped stories. Everyone needs someone to tell their intimate thoughts to, don't they?]
Oh, please blame Greg. He gets very upset if he doesn't get blamed for something once or twice a day.
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