Describe your happily ever after.
The buzzer sounded. John sat up with a start, blinking repeatedly as the grubby, horrid room swam into focus around him. It had all been a dream- a long, horrible, torturous lifetime's worth of a dream, but still only a dream.
He rubbed at his face with both hands- young hands, unscarred hands, against a face thirty years younger than his still half-sleeping brain would have him believe- and fumbled for the pack of Silk Cuts that lay nearby. This wasn't the kind of warning a bloke ought to forget, but he'd be damned if he was going to face writing it all down without a fag to keep him company-
His mind screamed at him, his chest muscles shuddering in dream-remembered fiery agony, in the instant he touched the packet. There was a piece of me in the sink, there was a doctor saying it was terminal, there were angels and demons and I stuck it to them all but I almost didn't make it-
Reluctantly summoning all the willpower he could muster, he shoved the smokes aside and picked up the pen instead.
Three hours later he finally put down his pen and rubbed at his angrily cramping hand. Some of the details had slipped away from him, but he'd got all the important bits down, and then some. It would be enough.
He'd tell the others about it after they all walked out of Newcastle alive, and sane.
Muse: John Constantine
Fandom: Hellblazer (misc. comics)
Word count: 240
(OOC: I really don't think there is a happily ever after for John. Vengefully satisfiedly ever after, at best. But I can't see a happily ever after for him.)
He rubbed at his face with both hands- young hands, unscarred hands, against a face thirty years younger than his still half-sleeping brain would have him believe- and fumbled for the pack of Silk Cuts that lay nearby. This wasn't the kind of warning a bloke ought to forget, but he'd be damned if he was going to face writing it all down without a fag to keep him company-
His mind screamed at him, his chest muscles shuddering in dream-remembered fiery agony, in the instant he touched the packet. There was a piece of me in the sink, there was a doctor saying it was terminal, there were angels and demons and I stuck it to them all but I almost didn't make it-
Reluctantly summoning all the willpower he could muster, he shoved the smokes aside and picked up the pen instead.
Three hours later he finally put down his pen and rubbed at his angrily cramping hand. Some of the details had slipped away from him, but he'd got all the important bits down, and then some. It would be enough.
He'd tell the others about it after they all walked out of Newcastle alive, and sane.
Muse: John Constantine
Fandom: Hellblazer (misc. comics)
Word count: 240
(OOC: I really don't think there is a happily ever after for John. Vengefully satisfiedly ever after, at best. But I can't see a happily ever after for him.)