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WHO: Johanna Constantine (

keepgodwaiting) & a variety of appointments
WHAT: Autumnal and spooky hijinks
WHERE: Around!
WHEN: End of September, into October
WARNINGS: Probably demon shit in the Peter thread; probably social awkwardness in the Steven thread; more if they come up

I swear to God I saw her howlin' at the sky
She ain't out to get you but she's better on your side
And she don't wanna be anybody else
She's a woman in total control of herself
It's such a wonder to be under her spell
What a woman in total control of herself

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[ Johanna has no idea how long she's lying there. Her head feels like a bomb went off inside it. Her eyes are open, but it's some time before she realizes it and can interpret the beige blur overhead as a ceiling, a normal distance away.

She finally decides that she's not dead, so she should probably sit up. That takes a minute, too -- her limbs are shaking as if she carried a person up six flights of stairs, twice. When she does finally get upright enough to survey the room, she sucks in a horrified breath. ]

Fuck. Peter -- Peter, wake up, kid.

[ She crawls over to him, heedless of the chalk and the salt and the other detritus of the spell. He's breathing, that's good, but-- ] Oh, fuck, please. C'mon, please. Please be you, wake up--

[ How much time does pass? Peter has no concept of it either, maybe it's minutes or something a lot longer than that. He'd probably stay there on the floor for hours if left unchecked, but even if the demon king has so suddenly retreated itself into him again, Johanna Constantine's presence itself is a particular tether to Paimon's. A spark of energy, connection, no matter how much this place mutes both of them down.

She comes closer and Peter's body gives a soft hitch, a little shudder, like she's ghosted her fingers over his skin instead of only called out for him.

His eyes open — heavy and confused, but the blacks of swollen pupils have melted back into the usual warm browns, and the boy's mostly only a boy again. He stares at her, then slowly lifts his head, half-lidded, dazed as he blinks glossily at the sight around him. In a few moments he'll realise everything's a fucking mess, but initially there's just one question. ]

Did it work....?

Oh, my god, thank fuck.

[ She lets out a shaky breath of relief and pats him gingerly on the shoulder. ]

Are you okay? Um, maybe stay still, I'll get you some water.

[ Clambering to her feet, she staggers to the kitchen and the dripping faucet. It'll give her a moment to decide what on earth to say to that question. Did it work? Oh, brother, something worked. No wonder he felt sick during the warding. The bad vibes are coming from inside the house. ]

[ Hearing the way she's breathing, kind of shaky, makes Peter look back over at Johanna as she gives him that careful pat on the shoulder. He's still too dazed to feel too alarmed, but he's watching her as she gets up and moves off, and then Peter's managing to sit up a bit more, rubbing his eyes with both palms, then gazing around again.

.....Taking in the state of the living room. Candles and the weird plants all over the place; it kind of looks like a tidal wave came through. ....Should it look like that? Why's he on the floor? An uneasiness starts brewing in him, slow and quiet and odd through the thickness of his foggy mind. He calls out to her, quietly, but the apartment's small enough that he thinks she'll be able to hear him even from here. ]

....Did I fall asleep?

[ There's the sound of banging cupboards, then the hiss of the faucet. ]

Think you passed out, luv.

[ Her voice sounds stronger now -- not quite cheerful, but much more steady.

Because she's decided, in the few minutes it took her to splash some water on her own face and get Peter a glass. Even if she remembered the entire rite of exorcism off the top of her head, she's not sure it would work. She doesn't know the thing's name, which makes these things harder to begin with, and right now she feels like she tried to push a car up a hill and it rolled back over top of her. Peter can't be feeling any better. Trying to push through and cast out whatever is hiding inside his soul would be more likely to hurt both of them than help.

It could even kill him, if it went badly enough. And yeah, maybe this place resurrects people, but -- she's not going to risk killing a kid on the chance that it helps with his demon problem. What if it brought the demon back in his body, and not him? Or released the demon into the City?

No. No, call it cowardice, prudence, both. But when she returns to the living room with a glass of water and sits down next to Peter, she knows what she's going to say. ]

Yeah, I think it worked. [ She smiles encouragingly. ] Here, drink this.

There must've been some real bad energy in here to go off like that. That can happen. Knocked me silly for a minute, too. How're you feeling?

[ Passed out is nothing particularly new for him these days, and usually always associated with some fresh horror. How many times has he woken up somewhere he has no memory of going? Or lost entire days, eyes opening to reveal a moon where there had previously been a sun.

....But he's still in his apartment living room, and he's still with Johanna Constantine, and he can still smell the candles, a lingering smoky scent from when they'd all been blown out. It can't have been too much time. The flutter of anxiety in his chest staggers, a little.

He looks up as she returns to sit beside him, takes the water into both hands and does what she says — a small sip to begin with, then a deeper one. The boy closes his eyes for a moment as though to gather himself, then opens them again, wider now that he realises what she's really saying. Some real bad energy..... ]

Fuck... Really...? [ Peter looks shaken, glancing back over at the mess nearby. The energy... curse or whatever those people did to him.... it was so bad it made all this happen? ]

I think I'm okay. Just... kind of dizzy, but I think okay.

[ He looks back at her now, concern knitting his brows. ]

Are you okay?

Me? Yeah, fine, I've had worse.

[ She doesn't look great, but she's telling the truth about this, at least. ]

I mean, I feel like I got hit by a car, but I've had worse. You should take it easy. You were working hard. But you did good, held it together.

[ Peter's not the one that lost his shit, after all. ]

[ Peter's watching her with a slow-growing uncertainty, just because.... she does look rough, and it's all so weird, everything's so weird, but....

....he did good? Hearing those words makes something in his chest feel lighter, a quiet relief. He takes another sip of his water, staring across the room for a moment at the mess. If all of this is part of how it works... if things went the way they were supposed to... then does it really mean that it's okay now? His heart skips a beat in his chest at the thought.

Did it really work? ]

If it worked.... should I like... feel different or something? Because I'm not... I'm not sure.

You might.

[ She follows his gaze over the wrecked spell circle, picking her words carefully. ]

It's possible we'll need to do this again. Sometimes things like this need a couple tries to get rid of completely. Like ... like if you got a tattoo removed you'd need a few treatments, right? To get rid of it entirely.

I'm not going to lie to you and say it'll all be all better right away. But I think you ought to be able to relax a bit.

[ Peter blinks slowly as he listens, and finds himself nodding again. Yeah... yeah, that makes sense. Right? A couple of times to get rid of completely.... it actually kind of makes more sense than that something like this could be taken care of all at once.

This is fine. Right? He can do this again, now that he knows what to do, what it's like. Maybe next time he won't be so afraid. ]

Next time I can have better candle holders ready. [ He almost, sort of, is able to say that with a bit of a smile, though not quite. But there's something perhaps visibly relieved in him now. He can relax a bit... she would know if something was wrong.

For the first time in a very long time, he feels something that might actually be hope. ]

Fuck.... that was insane. [ The boy lifts a hand and runs it back through wayward curls before looking at her again, sincere, even if awkward as he works through the words. ] Like.. I can't believe that just happened. Thank you, god— shit, really. Thank you.

[ You know, some people might feel guilty, hearing the sincerity in that "thank you," knowing that it's only there because they've told him an enormous, dangerous lie.

Constantine smiles tiredly, meeting his eyes. Brown and lucid and lit with a relief that wasn't there before. If she can keep that optimism there with a lie, for now, she will. ]

It's pretty fucking insane. Welcome to the wonderful world of magic, Peter.

[ And number your days, whoever else is here. ]

Let's get your floor cleaned up, yeah?

[ Magic. Who would've thought?? It's all still pretty wild, and he'll definitely have to take some time to like, absorb, process all of this. But.... yeah. Yeah, the overall feeling here isn't bad. It's maybe kind of good, through the little doses of nervous uncertainty.

He has help.

The teen gives another nod, moves to stand — a little light-headed and tired too, but it's not too worrisome, he thinks, because it probably makes sense he would be. Finally, now, he smiles too. ]

I'll get some papertowels and stuff. Unless there's uh. A spell that can conveniently clean all this up, too.

[ A joke... it's a joke! Something he can do now, that the turmoil's over. Now that the scary thing is finished, today. Maybe not fully over, but chipped away at, a little. ]

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