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ugh its big jim loving hours tonight my heart is aching pls dc give me my mans back
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“Sure we can. If we work hard and put our minds to it, we can mope around for two days.”
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“I’m never smarter than flattery, mate, just wise enough to bring it with me.” John retrieves his own cigarette from the pocket of his trench coat, lighting it with a snap of his fingers. Then, he takes another glance around the office, feigning to look for another person among them.
“Didn’t mean to interrupt your pity party. I promise you can get back to it when I leave, but you’re gonna wanna sit down for this, because I know you’ve been sensing the magic rift goin’ about these days.”
“I am sitting.” He decides not to quip back on the rest of that, too much energy. He really has no clue how these funny-guy types deal with it. “Yeah, I’ve noticed. Was hoping it was just something up with the Spectre, but I guess things are never that easy.”
“You know what’s going on? ‘Cause otherwise, I’m as lost as you.”
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“We’re both married to Jason-slash-Etrigan, who counts as a single being. Ergo, we’re married by proxy. I’m your wife. Get my book down.”
She’s being rude, definitely, but it’s not like Jim Corrigan hasn’t been flashing her some withering, disgusted look from time to time. Mostly when she mentions Etrigan, but it’s still not very decent of him. “It’s that middle one with the Saxon runes. I need it.”
“Okay, what the hell kinda logic is that? If you and me were handcuffed together, are we one person? Hell, fuckin’, uh, conjoined twins exist, they have the same damn body, and they’re still two people. And, hell, even if they were the same, does that make every chick Etrigan’s been with your exes?” If he needs to do a mental quadrouple backflip to get out of that statement, he will.
“And even if I were your goddamn husband, you’d have to be nice to me too. And that means saying the magic word.”
it's the dead of night. that's the only good time for questions like these. " darling, would you kill me if i asked you to ... ?"
He doesn’t process the question at first, but when he does, he swear he can feel his blood run cold, nonexistant lungs struggling to breathe. He turns his head to face him, eyes a stripped-bare blue.
“...What? Jay, what’re you-- what the hell are you-- how can you ask me that?”
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“Bitch.” Loki leans down and fetches another one item of clothing. This one’s hers—a red, lacy bra that has been noticeably ignored, but that’s fair enough. She throws it anyway. “I’m serious, I need one of those books. I’m your wife, be nice to me.”
“That isn’t--” He tries to keep his deadpan, but the bra sticks to him so he has to scramble to get it off him. “That isn’t the magic word. And for the record, you’re absolutely not my wife. You’re my demon-goddess-whatever-in-law at best.”
" i hate my students. maybe i just quit, and we could move out to the mountains and never speak to anyone ever again. "
“As nice as that sounds, babe, I dunno if you could handle spending that long without AC.” He’s teasing of course, something he rarely gets a chance to dole out.
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“Best not out here,” John says, wedging the rest of himself through the door, “pryin’ minds, n’ all.”
Once he’s inside, he pulls his coat off to get comfortable, throwing it over the arm of the chair by the desk and takes a seat. It’s possible he’s not as drunk as he lets on, but he’s feeling nice enough, and like always - he has his reasons.
“Like what you’ve done with the place.”
“It’s a shithole office with a desk and a chair.” What the hell is he trying to be nice for? Since when was he nice? “Thought you were smarter than to go for flattery, John.” He stops to light a cigarette, not bothering to offer one to him.
“Are you gonna tell me what you want or are you just gonna keep wasting my time?” Yeah, all that valuable time he has. Most certainly wasn’t doing absolutely nothing, no siree.
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“Hey.”
A balled up shirt flies out of nowhere—or a little lower than Jim’s usual line of sight, which is mostly why Loki’s throwing Jason’s clothes at him. As soon as she has his attention, she points imperiously at the bookshelf behind him. “Get something down for me.”
Everything was so good. Domestic-ish bliss after nearly a century of nothing, a companion that didn’t feel like he could disappear at any moment. Jim Corrigan was, dare he say, approaching happiness.
And then the fish-thing got hitched. Of course he did.
“What’s the magic word? And no, it’s not throwing crap at me.”
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John smiles like he’s up to something - not because he is - but it’s the way it comes naturally, and he’s too drunk to really care. He sticks his foot in the door, confident enough considering that it even opened at all. “Jim- Jim Corrigan—” He says, waving his hand vaguely, as he takes a moment to remember what he was going to finish that sentence with.
“—Bet you’re wondrin’ how I got here.”
Things had been worryingly quiet as of late, as if the worlds magic had shifted ever so slightly. It left Jim feeling antsy, waiting (rather impatiently) for a sign.
He’s really hoping a drunk John Constantine isn’t that sign.
“No, I’m not. Cut to the chase and tell me what you want, Constantine.”
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i made this
they made this
im sorry about the lack of activity here kiddos, i think i just gotta give jim a break for a time. its tough to keep a character going for so long, especially after years of no content. im still stanning this spook for life, but idk if activity is gonna be that big for a while. im still around over at @thoughtsmash tho!
hmmm like 4 a starter maybe. we’ll see how i feel
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