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WHO: John Constantine | afriendtosell and Zatanna Zatara | sdrawkcabcigam
WHERE: Zatanna's place.
WHEN: January 2nd or thereabouts, obviously at night.
WARNINGS: none thus far?
SUMMARY: Zee needs to talk to Constantine about something.
FORMAT: Para.

Talks had never sat well with him, even when he had been young. There was always shouting involved, or truth telling; someone always got hurt, and it'd be up to him, or God, or some other fuck-off force in the universe to set things right again. "Let's just have a chat," never ended in the intent that the words expressed -- there were usually too many feelings involved, or too many machinations going on at once for any talking to actually go on.

Mostly, Constantine sat and listened whenever there was a talk to be had. It was the quickest way to get the bloody things over with without breaking too many bones. Zatanna would find him sitting in the library when she arrived, his feet propped up on the desk before him as he leaned back and casually scanned a book about binding circles.

"Wotcher, gorgeous," he said, eying her over the rim of the book. "How was the vacation?"

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If her clothing (t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of boots) were any indication, it was warmer. She was going to take a quick shower before ringing him, but the moment she'd entered the house she knew he was there. Might as well deal with it, he'd seen her looking worse than just a little tired a and careless about her appearance. "Not bad, considering it's the first vacation I've had since during the time I couldn't use magic." Which was more of a punishment than a vacation, anyway. There hadn't been a day that passed that wasn't miserable and a reminder of how useless she was without magic. She had even gone to a few superhero support groups. Needless to say, that was hitting a low point in her world-saving career.

"Think you can handle a bit of story time? It starts on a dark and stormy night, if that'll pique your interest." Almost every story in their field of work started off that way.

She moves further into the room, nosiness dictating that she takes a quick look at the title of the book he was reading (she was pretty sure that the bullshit that she'd called earlier wasn't without reason). "Or are you going to stick with your current reading material?" Not that he had a choice in the matter.