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TEST DRIVE MEME #3


ARRIVAL

You remember a dream.

Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.

It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.

"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."

The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.

And so you do.



Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.

After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, they'll have a massive headache at first.

They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.



Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. They may be pushy, they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.



Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, self-serve if you want to get away from your demonic hosts for a bit. Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.



STAND YOUR GROUND

Prompt I

The general mood now that the carnival has passed seems to be almost dreary. The hotel staff is more snappish than usual and the demons outside are more aggressive towards guests of the hotel now, as if they think they have the right to treat guests even further below them than usual.



And as if to mirror the current mood, there seems to be a steady storm brewing outside that seems to just last and last. There's thunder and lightning happening, but the rain that's falling is a bit...off. It's a mix of hellfire and blood.

The blood begins to pool and flood certain areas as the days drag on, but curiously, the hellfire that burns around the community never seems to falter for even a moment.

The fire falling from the sky burns and stings the flesh if anyone is unfortunate enough to be caught out in it though. Despite that, there's almost a chill in the air.

Guests of the hotel will be reassured that this is perfectly normal, seasonal weather and that the hotel itself is in no danger of flooding. Just be careful going outside for the next couple weeks. There are umbrellas available at the front desk.

Be careful though. It's easy to get stranded outside in heavy, near blinding downpours or to be burnt if you forget that umbrella when you go out. Sinners are free to take shelter in the club, the library, or run back to the hotel as soon as they can. They may also notice the warehouse from the carnival has been left unlocked if they've ventured that far out.

There's still something eerie about it though... Sinners may see glimpses from their past or worst fears popping up from the corner of their eye as a residual from the ride it housed, like creepy phantoms. You may even hear a whisper or two of a familiar voice...

Probably best to not stay there for too long, if you can help it!

Prompt II

Per Lucifer's instruction, a day spa and bathhouse has been opened up in part of the former carnival grounds! It's more for his own benefit than anyone else's. It's not easy running an entire carnival and dealing with the complaints of sinners and demons alike when things don't go exactly their way.



Like all spas, guests of the hotel can go in for some deserved pampering. Facials, massages, steam baths, etc. The bathhouse has an area to shower before you go in for a nice soak in the spacious tubs available. Please note that these are unisex areas, but there are some private tubs for those who are too shy. The demons may side-eye you and your ridiculous modesty standards though.

Unfortunately, due to the rush to put it all together, there are some unfortunate kinks to work out still. Some of the tubs may reach boiling temperatures suddenly or steam rooms may lock and become insufferably hot before guests can get out. The demons may not account for the frailer, squishier bodies of some of the sinners during massages (or that's what they say at least).

Some of the treatments may be strange as well. Baths full of blood of the young that staff claim will restore your youth, pheromone washes that are derived from incubi that are said to make you absolutely irresistible to everyone. You're probably better off not asking what that mud-like substance is they're trying to rub on your face...

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
body horror, insects, zombies, etc.

"My absolutely sincerest apologies, my honored guests. It seems a few of the participants in the carnival have brought some germs along with them. But that's just as well. It's time to face your next punishment and this is the perfect opportunity." Lucifer's voice rings out for all guests to hear one fine morning, soon after the rain has started.

"Now I realize some feelings may be a bit hurt after the show, but forgiveness and putting on a brave face to work together are both extremely important traits. Father will be appreciative if you've at least started towards mastering them."

What he means by all of that becomes apparent soon enough. The zombie clowns and the tentacle monsters of the carnival left behind some horrifying infections, it seems.

Guests will notice that eldritch-type abominations are beginning to lurk around the hotel, ready to jump out at them at unexpected turns. They appear to be staff that have been twisted into horrible mutations. Guests can fight or they can try to board up their suites and rooms to protect themselves. Or they can run out of the hotel and hope they make it to one of the other establishments close by unscathed by them or the weather.

Although there do seem to be things that are oddly zombie-like wandering around out there. Slow and shambling, although ready to chase at a moment's notice.

If any of these abominations scratch or bite the sinners, they'll start to feel... odd. Perhaps it starts as a woozy sensation, something just slightly off-balanced inside and progresses there. It's nothing at all to worry about, right? Right, probably. Just ignore the strange symptoms. Maybe the sinner won't even have to tell anyone, right?

And besides, if everyone all worked together to protect one another, then they'll be fine and won't have to worry at all about bites or scratches anyway.

Or, alternatively, they can let the slower ones in their group be the bait, sacrificing a friend along the way, etc. It's also a perfect way to escape from what's promising to be an impending horror show by itself. God may not be happy about it, but God isn't down here suffering this.

There's also an option to just beg the hotel staff for a repellent to keep the nasties away from you... it's maybe not the most glamorous or exciting way to deal with things, but it does seem to work fairly well. Just remember there's a price for not seeing through your punishment. There's always a price.

Guests may just get a bad batch of repellent if they're particularly unfortunate that slowly turns them to stone after all. It's at least not as horrific as becoming an abomination right? It just means watching the horror show from within a stone prison. Ah, well. They can't all be winners, right? It will wear off after a bit.

Now, here's what will happen, depending on the monster that bites you:

If bitten by a zombie or ghoul, characters will slowly begin to change. Their hearts will stop, but they will still be alert somehow. They'll eventually start to rot though, and along with that, comes an insatiable hunger for human flesh that they may or may not be ignored. Eventually, their minds will begin to go as well until it's impossible to think even remotely clearly.

Or, who knows, maybe they'll be lucky and become an almost vampire-like creature with a thirst for blood instead. At least they'll mostly be in control of their own mind?

If touched or scratched by an eldritch abomination, they'll have seen true terror and madness from somewhere beyond the very stars themselves. It will boil through their blood, change them into something inconceivable, something barely within comprehension. It will twist them from within, bones and organs both until they've become the monster they've always had inside of them. They'll start to want to cause others the pain they feel, to kill everything within sight as their mind starts to fade to the abyss and malice. Tentacle beasts or other horrific creatures fall under this umbrella.

Prompt II

If slowly changing into an abomination isn't the sinner's thing, or they're simply an overachiever, no one has to worry! There's another shot of redemption waiting once that whole mess is squared away. Lucifer even kindly chose something that wouldn't harm any freshly healing bodies, just out of consideration for his guests.

Instead, all one will have to do is sincerely apologize. Walk up to someone and apologize for something they've done, against them or another. Past or present. They'll have to specify in detail what they're apologizing for though, so don't try to wiggle out of that!

And if the other person forgives them their sin, that's really all it takes.

"All Father asks for is true remorse for repentance. Please show him you're capable of that much," Lucifer's voice rings out in the sinners' heads, soft and inviting.

"I certainly know that you are, even if you're unaware of the fact. So, go to one of your fellow penitents and ask for forgiveness, it shall be given."

Lucifer seems to leave out the fact that the other person has to genuinely forgive as well... and if they don't? Have fun losing one of your senses painfully. It will pass in a few hours, he's sure.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

Prompt I

"You're tired, aren't you? You poor thing..." Lucifer's voice rings out in the back of your head as it always does, tinged with what feels like genuine sympathy. "Father expects so much of you, and now, I'll have to as well. If you agree to this simple task, at least. I can at least promise you a bit of a break after if you succeed. So come."

The voice beckons and it's impossible to not follow. How the sinner's feet feet know where to lead them is anyone's guest, but they stop outside of a room after winding hallway after winding hallway, various flights of stairs that never have been there before. Sinners will find themselves entering a room with a partner, drawn the same way.

The room inside is lavish and comfortable, with food and drink placed out for sinners to partake in, along with any other items or vices they may want. But before their focus can linger too long on the offers, their attention will be drawn towards a mirror sat on a desk in the room. There are two contracts to the side of it.

"Go on, look in the mirror and then read the contracts."

The voice urges and now the guests are faced with a choice. Do they choose to turn and leave right then and there? Go back to their room and forget the temptation, or do they venture a look to see what happens?

Looking into the mirror, and for a moment, it will feel like both partners have stepped into a perfect getaway, provided by Lucifer himself. Hopefully both partners like each other because they're staying in some luxurious home together, with everything they could dream of. Even friends and family are but a call away, even ones they may have lost or parted on bad terms with. They also seem to have limitless funds and access to anything.

Sinners instinctively know that Lucifer is offering them endless desires if they just agree to a task... is it so simple though?

Of course this little shared hallucination can't last forever. Sinners snap out of it soon and they'll find themselves in the room they started in. If they take a look at the contract, they'll find a simple proposal:

Outside the gates of this community is uncharted territory full of various dangers and far more imposing demons than have been allowed within. But there are several artifacts that Lucifer desires scattered throughout Hell itself. Be brave and find them, and you and your partner will be given a respite from your daily punishment. A week out of Hell, given at Lucifer's discretion, for a job successfully completed.

However, breathe a word of this task to anyone beyond your partner, and you may face harsh consequences.


As always, Lucifer is willing to give sinners time to talk among themselves before making a decision. If you both decide to take on this task, a drop of blood will be more than enough to seal the contract. Remember that pledging yourself to Satan may not be quite the path to redemption though...

While characters discuss their options, they will be allowed to spend one night in the suites. They may also take another gander into the mirror...

Prompt II
Warnings: sex, potential kinks, violence, non-con or dub-con.

With the carnival going on for two weeks, and more people focused on getting their rush in an entirely different way for the most part, the succubi and incubi are starting to feel just a bit starved. This leads to impatience and agitation. They tried so hard to be good during the festivities, putting on their best behavior, but they can't wait any longer.

The constant, horrible weather outside hasn't done much for business at the club, and it's simply not helping matters at all. Deciding to take things into their own hands, it seems the demons have come up with their own plans and solutions since Lucifer hasn't given them any yet.

The demons have decided to take unsuspecting guests at the hotel. Whatever sinners are doing from taking a nice stroll or settling in for a good night's sleep, they'll find their surroundings changing beneath their feet. It will all fade away to an unfamiliar room where the ravenous demons surround them. It seems the succubi and incubi want their own show finally.

The clowns, after all, were decidedly not sexual. The energy hadn't been the same.

They've chosen sinners a partner, whether they're their usual type or not. They don't care. You can simply make it work. They've furnished a bed and any sort of sexual aids you could want from the basics to toys to instruments of pain.

If you're a bit performance shy, you'll find they don't particularly care. For every instance sinners resist, they'll find themselves in a certain amount of pain. Perhaps it's as minor as a headache that will grow steadily worse or tiny, painful cuts that seem to magically appear. Perhaps it's even a little electric zap to get you moving.

Either feed them or be tormented, that's the game.

The demons may have special requests that range anywhere from plain vanilla sex to partners having to endure pain to someone having to permanently mark another as theirs, whether they know each other or not.

If sinners really want to get out, then they have to participate whether they want to or not.

MISC.

Thank you for checking out [community profile] penancerp's third TDM! Please note that all prompts are opt-out and players are more than welcome to come up with their own ideas while exploring the hotel and hell outside. There's a locations page that describes the library and the club a bit more thoroughly, if you're interested in sending your characters exploring these establishments!

Because these prompts count as game canon, current players are more than welcome to do their own top levels for these prompts in the meme itself or logs community.

All that we ask is that you remember to put clear warnings on any potentially triggering content! Warn for sex, including underage or incest, violence, abuse, non-con, etc. Please put these warnings in a visible place, either by the prompt itself or in the subject line. This isn't just a suggestion but a requirement to participate in the game.

Now that all that's out of the way, we hope you have fun! Feel free to ask questions under the appropriate comment or on the FAQ page.

Since there are new faces around, Lucifer himself will be taking a few questions via his device for anyone so inclined down below.

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sharktrash: (picking ear // not even worth my time)

[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-08-02 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, he knows about the 'multiverse' thing. He knew about it back at home, too. It's just that the fact of different realities existing doesn't exactly spell out that there's at least one with talking, dancing, thinking animals, or whatever this is. ]

Well, that answers my next question.

[ He gives her a skew grin. He has Alo, yes, but she wasn't the reason he got this. Sharks have been his namesake long before he even knew of the existence of Flames. ]

[ Don't mind him getting a real good look at her back. Not just the tattoo, though. He's also definitely noting the curve and how her muscles move under the skin. More subtle than leering, but he's not shying away from it either. ]


More like my logo. "Squalo" means "Shark" in Italian.
poisonedpride: (hmm)

[personal profile] poisonedpride 2019-08-03 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Not as such, no. It's... similar, appearance-wise at least, to a creature I know about, but no one's ever lost their mind from touching a Tangela." Ariana glances at her, matching her strides. "It seems to have some sort of psychic influence but I'm not sure what it is exactly."
poisonedpride: (smile)

[personal profile] poisonedpride 2019-08-03 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[The trail of his eyes over her body makes her smile. Flirting is so fun when it's shameless. Besides, she'll return the favor if he lets her.]

Is that so?

[Water splashes as she faces him again, looking smug.] Squalo. [She purrs the name, testing it out in her mouth.] Pleasure to meet you, and fair's fair. I'm Ariana.

deaddrop: (pic#13347567)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-08-03 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Also not my area of expertise." Which is irritating. At least the zombies succumb easily enough to Natasha's talents. They might not be something she knows specifically, but you can fight them. You shoot them, you take out their heads, they go down. These, she can't even engage.

While she has plenty of training in steal, this isn't exactly the same.

"Let's hope we don't find out just what they can do."
onebatch_twobatch: PB: jon bernthal (stoic)

[personal profile] onebatch_twobatch 2019-08-03 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
He brought his hands back, focusing on her neck where it was tightest. Digging in his thumbs and shifting to use his fingers across the worst of it. Between that and the steam, it seemed to be doing something, but he also knew it was the sort of long term tension that wasn't going to disappear in one attempt.

Slowly, the touch drifted. Back up into her hair, down across her shoulders to work at the knots in her upper back.
sharktrash: (smirk // fucking pleased with my job)

[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-08-03 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well damn, he sure just revealed his name as part of casual bragging. At least she returns the favor, whether or not that's her real name. ]

[ He just grins as if everything's going exactly according to plan. His posture's relaxed; he's not exactly showing off like she is, but he's not hiding either. There's a decent enough view of his upper half and arms; generally quite lean but still defined enough to suggest he's stronger than he looks. ]


Ariana. [ He repeats it as if to parrot her, although his version is less silky and with more purposeful accent. Some ladies loved that. ] The pleasure's all mine... well, maybe half of it.

[ He grins. Obviously no pleasure is greater than getting to know him. ]
missdemon: (67)

[personal profile] missdemon 2019-08-03 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"That so?"

Hazel puts her hands on her hips. If she's good for anything, it's getting rid of the tension in any given situation. "I'll be the judge of that one, big man."
deaddrop: (eridantes erigonoides)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-08-04 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Natasha hums. It takes work, and some of the aches and pains will be back tomorrow. Some of them hurt a little, because it's going to hurt to work out that kind of tension. It passes, and the heat from the pool soaks in.

Eventually, she'll sigh.

"All right, I'll admit. That's better."
onebatch_twobatch: PB: jon bernthal (smile)

[personal profile] onebatch_twobatch 2019-08-04 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Frank ran his hands heavily up her back, gave her one last squeeze on the shoulders, and tussled his fingers into her hair. There was a teasing joke in there. They were sitting naked in a hot tub together, and so he decided to make it.

"Magic hands. Got my wife pregnant two times." He was quiet a second. "Just the hands."
deaddrop: (stoda libudum)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-08-04 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're good, Frank. But not quite that good." She stretches, rolling her shoulders and her neck, then floating away. "Quite."

The doesn't seem offended. But it's enough for today—enough trust and intimacy. Enough closeness. Natasha is out practice with it, and while this has been good she also knows when it's time to back off.

The joke, she can handle.

"Thanks. I'll owe you one."

onebatch_twobatch: PB: jon bernthal (Default)

[personal profile] onebatch_twobatch 2019-08-04 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
He laughed, because he was definitely not that good, and let her slide away from him. He shifted down lower into the water and nodded a little. As to the favor, he only shrugged a little. He tended not to hold onto those sorts of things, though he understood the importance of favors and allies. Still, Frank didn't want Natasha thinking she had to owe him anything.

"I'm sure we'll figure it out," he said.
universal_charm: smut (Shirt Open)

[personal profile] universal_charm 2019-08-05 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"I doubt you're going to hear any from me."

He looked down at the other man through those blonde lashes, his smattering of freckles standing in sharp relief as his face flushed, his chest too - and not just from the heat. Not wanting to leave Thor unattended, his fingers slid down his chest, finding his nipples and slowly rolling his thumbs over them, pinching gently between his fingers to see Thor's reaction.
compelledtoprotect: (more pillow talk)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-08-05 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Good. I promise I won't try to ravish you. I'll stick to just stroking your hand."

He glanced over at Natasha with a soft smile, still absently drawing his fingers along the back of her hand. Steve turned it over, exposing her palm, and trailed his fingers over that as well. It wasn't meant to be seductive or sensual, it was just . . . contact. He wanted so much to hold her close, stroke Natasha's hair, offer all that comfort he knew she'd never take. But so far, she was allowing him to have her hand, and that would have to be enough.
compelledtoprotect: (kiss2)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-08-05 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
He sighed into the kiss, one of his very long-standing wonders finally coming to life. Since meeting several versions of Thor on the island, he'd wondered what it would be like to share a romantic interlude with the man, and now he'd finally know the answer. Steve purposefully put Loki out of his mind, fairly sure the man wouldn't object. If he ever found out. Something along the lines of share and share alike perhaps?

Steve kissed Thor back, his tongue playing with the man's with surprising skill. One of the first things he learned back on the island was how to really kiss someone, and he'd made an art of it. Kissing was . . . almost better than anything else. He could easily do it for hours. The fact that he was slowly sliding closer to Thor across the man's thighs was just an accident. He didn't actually have any real plans . . .

"Mmm. I think I'd like hearing your ideas. I bet they're very coarse and unrefined." Because teasing was the most fun thing in the world to do between kisses.
conjobs: (89)

[personal profile] conjobs 2019-08-05 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd have taken it as a compliment, property damage and potential repercussions aside. Nobody else that John's friendly ("friendly"?) with can break paving with their bare hands.

He settles for being called Constantine since most people just curse or exclaim 'John' if they bother to find out or remember his name. He can't move his head away with that hand in his hair so he settles for coughing and spitting once Thor's done, bottom lip wet with saliva and cum before a slow smile tugs a smirk out of him.

"Think you might need a bath to get clean, after this." Thankfully here's one he prepared earlier, conveniently located right next to them.
deaddrop: (pic#13347546)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-08-06 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Is stroking her hand better? Natasha's not entirely sure. But it's not bad, and if it makes him feel better, then she can live with it.

Much as she might hesitate to admit it, it makes Natasha feel better too. Closer. More connected. This might not be the Steve who she went through so much with, but that doesn't mean that it puts distance between them.

Just means they need to figure out new ways to connect.

"See that you do."
poisonedpride: (smirk)

[personal profile] poisonedpride 2019-08-06 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her lips quirk at the accent that colors the way he says her name. She can absolutely appreciate that- both on its own and as a tactic that she has used many times herself.]

Pleasure's best shared, anyway. [Ariana raises an eyebrow.] And your Family?
sharktrash: (blank // this hangover is killing me)

[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-08-06 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alright, he may have slipped up with his name, but he's pretty damn sure he had not mentioned anything about mafia in particular. He decides he might as well think of her asking about family rather than Family, though honestly, in his case, both are the same thing. ]

What of it?
poisonedpride: (hmm)

[personal profile] poisonedpride 2019-08-06 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's treading on conjecture, sure, but between his appraisal of her ink and the way he described Tyr's attempt at an offer- she's fairly certain.]

[Risk and reward.]


What, you didn't become the boss when you killed the man who wanted you as his second?
compelledtoprotect: (happy sleepy)

[personal profile] compelledtoprotect 2019-08-08 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Absolutely. You know Natasha, life really just isn't the same without you. When the one on the island left . . . It was awful. I really didn't have anyone there, not from home. Until I realized what I shared with Loki. Even then, it was . . . it was really lonely."

Steve closed his eyes with a soft smile, still holding Natasha's hand for ransom, "I did have friends there, but it's just not the same, you know? Having someone you trust, that you've fought with. That's precious, and I really felt the lack." There had been a handful of people that were special to him on the island, but it wasn't the same as having people like Natasha and Tony at his side. And the people that had been there he did know were . . . complicated. Really complicated.
deaddrop: (obscuriphantes bacelarae)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2019-08-08 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I can imagine." Her voice is lower as she says that, watching him with a still air. It's good to see him relaxed with her, and it reminds her of their friendship as she knows it. It's strange, the combination of familiar and surprising. Having him touch her like this is new, but the sentiment, looking for a friend with some kind of shared experience, that's not.

She leans her head back on the side of the tub, watching him from the corner of her eye. "Not alone now."
sharktrash: (diplomatic // no srsly keep your trash)

[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-08-08 11:11 am (UTC)(link)
I wouldn't say he wanted me specifically. They're always looking for good fighters to join in.

[ well that's not a no exactly, but also not a confirmation. ]
poisonedpride: (Default)

[personal profile] poisonedpride 2019-08-08 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I see. [she feels like he's dodging her, but she'll let him.] Just an uncivilized, brawling gang, then.
sharktrash: (contemplative // smirk)

[personal profile] sharktrash 2019-08-10 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He gives her the sweetest smile, though his teeth still show in the corner on the left. ]

More like a book club, really.

[ She's not going to get far with insults, not unless she happens across some particular buttons at least. ]
stormbreaking: (Default)

[personal profile] stormbreaking 2019-08-12 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
There's a breathless laugh at the comment before Thor lets his hand fall away from Constantine's hair. "Then it's very fortunate that we have one very close, isn't it?"

He shifts a bit, pushing himself up to sit a little higher. "And you? Do you need any-- help?"

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