[ She feels her device buzz in her pocket and lets it lie for the moment; there's only a few stores that stock liquor in the vicinity, and Midnight will be able to find her if he's coming.
In the silence of the City at night, her footsteps sound loud on the pavement, even with trainers on instead of her heeled boots. Her heart is a steady, strong beat, without the speed of fear or exertion. And her thoughts ...
In private, Constantine's mind drifts from thought to thought like a leaf carried down a stream, bumping over rocks and swirling in eddies. It's constant, but the way a brook is constant; in motion, but not manic.
(You never think about how many birds there are in London until you don't see shit on the windowsills. ... shouldn't have said it, not to him, you knew better, you always know better ... Hell would be bad but at least there's a way out there. No exit. They're trying to scare us. Not paranoia if they're out to get you. Do they know what this place is either? Who's they? Got a tiger by the tail? ... everyone could be gone and how would you know it's so quiet. Don't you want to just scream? god I need a drink a smoke a drink a fuck, well, maybe they'll have cigarettes, and what if all they have is a bloody cider, not restocking like they used to)
And underneath it all is a thin trickle of loneliness, closely guarded and cultivated, an echo of the isolation of Ravenscar. ]
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In the silence of the City at night, her footsteps sound loud on the pavement, even with trainers on instead of her heeled boots. Her heart is a steady, strong beat, without the speed of fear or exertion. And her thoughts ...
In private, Constantine's mind drifts from thought to thought like a leaf carried down a stream, bumping over rocks and swirling in eddies. It's constant, but the way a brook is constant; in motion, but not manic.
(You never think about how many birds there are in London until you don't see shit on the windowsills. ... shouldn't have said it, not to him, you knew better, you always know better ... Hell would be bad but at least there's a way out there. No exit. They're trying to scare us. Not paranoia if they're out to get you. Do they know what this place is either? Who's they? Got a tiger by the tail? ... everyone could be gone and how would you know it's so quiet. Don't you want to just scream? god I need a drink a smoke a drink a fuck, well, maybe they'll have cigarettes, and what if all they have is a bloody cider, not restocking like they used to)
And underneath it all is a thin trickle of loneliness, closely guarded and cultivated, an echo of the isolation of Ravenscar. ]