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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.
[And like some other people, John simply doesn't talk about what he doesn't like or want to. Stupid feelings and stuff.]
Good luck with that. I can't grow much of anything. I'll leave that to you and the rest. Just don't re-create Eden in my backyard. Already left a piece of myself there.
Secrets don't always need told, Gabe. Lucifer doesn't tell me much. I just never know what might be a surprise to me could be a weakness to any of you.
[There is no good way for John to express what he means in his mind. An angel loses a feather in John's world, and it's a death sentence. Yet he's seen Lucifer and others preen theirs out, destroying the feather after. ]
I don't want to make a mistake and mention the wrong thing in passing thinking all of you already know it.
He needs a coffee and a vacation. I have a snowglobe you two can use that Lucifer would like gone anyway.
I'm not exactly green fingered myself. But Greg is. And I don't know, maybe it'll do both of you some good. We won't re-create the Garden, that's a little bit out of my league.
If you think it might harm him, me, Greg, I know you'll tell. Hopefully before some evil wanker can torture it out of you. But thank you, for thinking of us. [of Luci.
The truth is, there isn't anyone like Constantine in Gabriel's world. The Hunters, well, they're not really a threat, and the Men of Letters? Mostly extinct. They can shed feathers or give them away and no one can do anything about it. Gabriel isn't even sure if those feathers can even be used against them, but he's sure someone like Constantine knows how]
I know he does. Don't you think I suggest that? This snowglobe of yours doesn't sound particularly safe though. Not if Lucifer doesn't like it. And I'd have to get you to pinky-promise you won't spy on us.
Not both of us, but I bet it would him. Half his problem seems to be boredom and frustration.
Can't be tortured out of me. I won a contest. Anything of that sort when it comes to you? I prefer to 'forget'.
[No one like Gabe in John's either. He's never quite sure what to think of this set of angels. It's like seeing a reflection that feels a little familiar and not. An off-key tone.]
No one can see in the globe. Doesn't work like that. Lets you relive a memory for however long it went on. Show it to someone else if they go in with you.
[He doesn't say why Lucifer hates it. Figures Gabriel is smart enough to figure that out. Lucifer wasn't the sort to heed warnings of 'do not touch'.]
[ Gabe would have said Lucifer's problems were half Dad and half Mike, but there's truth in what John says. Suddenly Lucifer's out of the Cage and while Little Hades isn't like being able to wander where you like in Creation, it's still freedom, of a sort. Lucifer needs to get used to the provisos that come hand-in-hand with those freedoms. ]
It'd be somewhere different for you to drink in, anyway.
Sounds like the most sensible idea.
[Gabriel likes to know she's special. Unique. Obviously, it might have been better if her counterpart had you know, not been a complete wanker, maybe John would have had a better, or maybe less painful, existence. Who knows?
Oh. Here I was thinking we'd get sucked into a Christmas in New York souvenir. I'll speak to Greg. Pretty such he'd rather go for a weekend in one of his memories than any of mine. Thank you, Constantine, I appreciate it.
[John's life would have still sucked, maybe worse if not for Gabriel. He had served his purpose and saved John's life even if he hadn't meant or wanted to.]
No. But the memory is from the viewer's point of view. Meaning in reality is could have been the trip from Hell but if they enjoyed it, it's great. Those reliving it vanish, but the snowglobe remains. If you two decide to go, I'll keep it upstairs where only Lucifer and I go. It gets damaged or dropped, you all pop back out. Fun little toy for a bit of an escape.
Maybe Greg has a nice ski lodge for the weekend memory you two can enjoy.
[A sly little grin, and John logs off. Playing cupid for his favourite duo? Never.]
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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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Date: 2016-11-06 08:03 am (UTC)Good luck with that. I can't grow much of anything. I'll leave that to you and the rest. Just don't re-create Eden in my backyard. Already left a piece of myself there.
Secrets don't always need told, Gabe. Lucifer doesn't tell me much. I just never know what might be a surprise to me could be a weakness to any of you.
[There is no good way for John to express what he means in his mind. An angel loses a feather in John's world, and it's a death sentence. Yet he's seen Lucifer and others preen theirs out, destroying the feather after. ]
I don't want to make a mistake and mention the wrong thing in passing thinking all of you already know it.
He needs a coffee and a vacation. I have a snowglobe you two can use that Lucifer would like gone anyway.
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Date: 2016-11-06 11:25 am (UTC)If you think it might harm him, me, Greg, I know you'll tell. Hopefully before some evil wanker can torture it out of you. But thank you, for thinking of us. [
of Luci.The truth is, there isn't anyone like Constantine in Gabriel's world. The Hunters, well, they're not really a threat, and the Men of Letters? Mostly extinct. They can shed feathers or give them away and no one can do anything about it. Gabriel isn't even sure if those feathers can even be used against them, but he's sure someone like Constantine knows how]
I know he does. Don't you think I suggest that? This snowglobe of yours doesn't sound particularly safe though. Not if Lucifer doesn't like it. And I'd have to get you to pinky-promise you won't spy on us.
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Date: 2016-11-08 09:44 am (UTC)Can't be tortured out of me. I won a contest. Anything of that sort when it comes to you? I prefer to 'forget'.
[No one like Gabe in John's either. He's never quite sure what to think of this set of angels. It's like seeing a reflection that feels a little familiar and not. An off-key tone.]
No one can see in the globe. Doesn't work like that. Lets you relive a memory for however long it went on. Show it to someone else if they go in with you.
[He doesn't say why Lucifer hates it. Figures Gabriel is smart enough to figure that out. Lucifer wasn't the sort to heed warnings of 'do not touch'.]
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Date: 2016-11-08 11:09 pm (UTC)It'd be somewhere different for you to drink in, anyway.
Sounds like the most sensible idea.
[Gabriel likes to know she's special. Unique. Obviously, it might have been better if her counterpart had you know, not been a complete wanker, maybe John would have had a better, or maybe less painful, existence. Who knows?
Oh. Here I was thinking we'd get sucked into a Christmas in New York souvenir. I'll speak to Greg. Pretty such he'd rather go for a weekend in one of his memories than any of mine. Thank you, Constantine, I appreciate it.
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Date: 2016-11-12 10:35 am (UTC)No. But the memory is from the viewer's point of view. Meaning in reality is could have been the trip from Hell but if they enjoyed it, it's great. Those reliving it vanish, but the snowglobe remains. If you two decide to go, I'll keep it upstairs where only Lucifer and I go. It gets damaged or dropped, you all pop back out. Fun little toy for a bit of an escape.
Maybe Greg has a nice ski lodge for the weekend memory you two can enjoy.
[A sly little grin, and John logs off. Playing cupid for his favourite duo? Never.]