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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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[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. ]