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Alright, so, first time posting here-- hope I'm doing it right! :o Anyway, as I said above, just a fluffy drabble♥♥
Title: Your Somethin' Like A Phenomena.
Author: Mak. [meee! :D]
Summary: The last thing John expects to find at Chas's grave is Chas himself.
Rating: PG. Just some post movie fluff, and boy kissing~
John doesn’t miss the small, solemn smile that flickers across Chas’s face as he perches nonchalantly on his own headstone, his ash black wings stretched outward, shimmering in the rays of sunlight that streaked down through the overcast, in an attempt to keep himself balanced on the rain slick marble stone. Hazel eyes, filled with flame, meet John’s dark pools of cinnamon in an unspoken language only the two of them share, and John understands exactly what his young apprentice is saying: This is Kramer, Chas Kramer, asshole-- and your not gettin’ rid of me that easy John Constantine.
John returns a small smile of his own, answering with his eyes you did good, kid, I hope you can say- I hope I’ll see you soon. Hope very gently blossomed in his cancer free chest, and he took in a deep breath-- the cool, crisp, after storm air filling his lungs in a way they haven’t since he was fifteen years old. Thunder rumbles lightly in the distance as Chas stands fully, and Jesus is he breathtaking--
John’s faintly aware of Angela’s hand on his shoulder, her honey sweet voice cutting through the silence with an “oh my God.”
Chas is wearing the same all white assemble Gabriel had, but his was a different shade of white; pristine and pure and unvarnished and new. They contrasted heavily to his dark wings, twitching restlessly in the light wind.
“Chas?” John breathed.
Chas smiled like his old self would have, cocky and warm. “Hey boss.”
John swallowed, unsure of what to say. He simply stood there in the shadow of Chas’s wings, waiting for something, anything at all, to happen. He’d seen so many half breeds in his life, but Chas-- Chas was something different. Someone he actually looked forward to seeing everyday... well, most days, anyway. Sometimes the little brat could really grate on his nerves, but Chas was all he had, and to see him like this- it hurt John, but at the same time, astounded him.
With one heavy flap of his wings, Chas propelled himself gently into the air, floating lightly down off his gravestone until his bare feet sunk into the fresh dirt and flowers that were placed over his buried casket. John’s breath caught in his throat as Chas stepped into his personal space, and he was suddenly hyper aware of two baby soft hands on either of his cheeks.
"John, your awfully dense." Chas said softly, breath ghosting across his lips.
John smiled. "I think I understand now."
He leaned forward and pressed an easy, chaste kiss to Chas's lips; warm and soft as skin.
When they parted, Chas beamed.
He glanced over at Angela, a soft, somewhat pained smile played on her lips, and grinned back at her. "Wanna' go get somethin' to eat?"
John chuckled and pulled Chas in for an embrace, pressing his face into those curly brown locks. "Your dead."
"Yes John, but I’m also an angel."
Angela grinned a little wider. "C'mon you two, I'm buyin."
"Awesome."
-and with that, the three left the graveyard. Chas walked happily in between John and Angel, his wings tucked neatly at his back. He leaned into John's side, and if John just happened to casually rest his arm around Chas's shoulders, well, then no one said anything.
Nothing needed to be said.
//end.
Title: Your Somethin' Like A Phenomena.
Author: Mak. [meee! :D]
Summary: The last thing John expects to find at Chas's grave is Chas himself.
Rating: PG. Just some post movie fluff, and boy kissing~
John doesn’t miss the small, solemn smile that flickers across Chas’s face as he perches nonchalantly on his own headstone, his ash black wings stretched outward, shimmering in the rays of sunlight that streaked down through the overcast, in an attempt to keep himself balanced on the rain slick marble stone. Hazel eyes, filled with flame, meet John’s dark pools of cinnamon in an unspoken language only the two of them share, and John understands exactly what his young apprentice is saying: This is Kramer, Chas Kramer, asshole-- and your not gettin’ rid of me that easy John Constantine.
John returns a small smile of his own, answering with his eyes you did good, kid, I hope you can say- I hope I’ll see you soon. Hope very gently blossomed in his cancer free chest, and he took in a deep breath-- the cool, crisp, after storm air filling his lungs in a way they haven’t since he was fifteen years old. Thunder rumbles lightly in the distance as Chas stands fully, and Jesus is he breathtaking--
John’s faintly aware of Angela’s hand on his shoulder, her honey sweet voice cutting through the silence with an “oh my God.”
Chas is wearing the same all white assemble Gabriel had, but his was a different shade of white; pristine and pure and unvarnished and new. They contrasted heavily to his dark wings, twitching restlessly in the light wind.
“Chas?” John breathed.
Chas smiled like his old self would have, cocky and warm. “Hey boss.”
John swallowed, unsure of what to say. He simply stood there in the shadow of Chas’s wings, waiting for something, anything at all, to happen. He’d seen so many half breeds in his life, but Chas-- Chas was something different. Someone he actually looked forward to seeing everyday... well, most days, anyway. Sometimes the little brat could really grate on his nerves, but Chas was all he had, and to see him like this- it hurt John, but at the same time, astounded him.
With one heavy flap of his wings, Chas propelled himself gently into the air, floating lightly down off his gravestone until his bare feet sunk into the fresh dirt and flowers that were placed over his buried casket. John’s breath caught in his throat as Chas stepped into his personal space, and he was suddenly hyper aware of two baby soft hands on either of his cheeks.
"John, your awfully dense." Chas said softly, breath ghosting across his lips.
John smiled. "I think I understand now."
He leaned forward and pressed an easy, chaste kiss to Chas's lips; warm and soft as skin.
When they parted, Chas beamed.
He glanced over at Angela, a soft, somewhat pained smile played on her lips, and grinned back at her. "Wanna' go get somethin' to eat?"
John chuckled and pulled Chas in for an embrace, pressing his face into those curly brown locks. "Your dead."
"Yes John, but I’m also an angel."
Angela grinned a little wider. "C'mon you two, I'm buyin."
"Awesome."
-and with that, the three left the graveyard. Chas walked happily in between John and Angel, his wings tucked neatly at his back. He leaned into John's side, and if John just happened to casually rest his arm around Chas's shoulders, well, then no one said anything.
Nothing needed to be said.
//end.