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[keepgodwaiting]

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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[possessum]

[ 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?

[keepgodwaiting]

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. ]

[possessum]

[ 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.

[keepgodwaiting]

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.

[possessum]

[ 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.

[keepgodwaiting]

[ 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?

and wrap!!

[possessum]

[ 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. ]