teetheyes: (Cori - means dark business)
[personal profile] teetheyes
Dear Cori,

This is it, Cori. This is all that there is; I know it’s hard. I hope that by the time you’ve gotten this letter, you’ve started to move on, but maybe that’s too much to ask. I know that’s the problem with eternity. Mundies have it much easier, as if they don’t take as long to get over things.

But if it means anything to you.

I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything. I was never really very sexual, and I still don’t consider myself very sexual, because there’s only one person I really ever have sex with. You open me up, you see me whole. You appreciate the fighter and the musician and you know, you’ve always known, that despite the fact that I don’t want this war, that I had to go. And most importantly, you’re satisfied with the office clerk in me, the boy who never was good at love or glory or passion. You’re satisfied with that, and that is the greatest gift you could ever give me.

So I can only give you everything of me.

It’s very late, while I’m writing this. It’s very quiet in the house, and you’re fast asleep. I’m crying because I can’t bear to think of how lonely you’ll be. I don’t want you to be lonely, Cori.

I said if you ever treated me badly I’d put you in the doghouse; and I still adhere to that. But you’ve been the most loyal and loving nightmare I’ve ever known (nevermind you’re the only nightmare I’ve ever known) and with the exception of a few rare instances of your brilliant idiocy, I’ve never wanted you out of my life.

I will remember you forever. Even if I die at war, even if I cannot dream, even if I live until the sun dies, I will remember you.

You’ve put part of me at peace, and I will always be with you.

After this letter, there isn’t much left to keep you engaged, but I hope that hunting for them, looking for them has kept you from being miserable. Please try and be okay, Cori. Let someone else in. Friendship can only help.

Love,

Boy Blue


I despise you.

[ooc: Strikeouts NOT there. Thing from Constantine dead buried in the middle of the street, except it's not quite real so he's even more pissed! Approach with caution.]

Date: 2008-08-06 10:30 pm (UTC)
eiremagic: (Eden - oh yeah?)
From: [personal profile] eiremagic
I'll bet he will.

Date: 2008-08-06 10:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lullabyoflondon.livejournal.com
Oh, don't you tempt him, I've got bigger problems.

Date: 2008-08-06 10:33 pm (UTC)
eiremagic: (Eden - doubts it)
From: [personal profile] eiremagic
Really. Do you.

I can undo any magic you try. Just remember that, hope he doesn't get on me good side.

Date: 2008-08-06 10:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lullabyoflondon.livejournal.com
Yeah? You want to stick with my blood on your hands literally, or make it figurative too, like?

Date: 2008-08-06 10:36 pm (UTC)
eiremagic: (Eden - go to fuckin hell)
From: [personal profile] eiremagic
Just watch yourself, Constantine. You've got a talent for making people want to shite in your mouth.

Date: 2008-08-06 10:46 pm (UTC)

1/3

Date: 2008-08-06 10:33 pm (UTC)

Date: 2008-08-06 10:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lullabyoflondon.livejournal.com
Fuck. Maybe he'll distract them.

I can use this.

Date: 2008-08-06 10:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lullabyoflondon.livejournal.com
Enjoy your trouble, mate.

Date: 2008-08-06 10:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bitingnightmare.livejournal.com
Go to hell, John Constantine.

1/3

Date: 2008-08-06 10:44 pm (UTC)

Date: 2008-08-06 10:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lullabyoflondon.livejournal.com
Edited Date: 2008-08-06 10:45 pm (UTC)

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