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When; Friday, April 18th
Rating; R for blood
Characters; Eden Mac Cionaoith![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eiremagic and John Constantine lullabyoflondon
Summary; Eden decided enough is enough. John's coming back whether he likes it or not.
Log;
Eden hated magic.
It was a waste of time; a waste of energy, and it served almost no purpose at all. But sometimes, even she had to admit that it was the only solution. It resonated in her blood, bitter and powerful. She was her father's equal - more than that, truly.
She opened the little bag of bandages. John's blood, demon tainted. She could feel power in it, but more importantly, she felt the anchor in it. That was the secret, really; blood always returned to the source. She had calculated this for days - to find John, not the demon whose blood infected his. That was easy enough. If there was anything that Eden was a master of, was blood.
She traced out the heavy lines of her equation, watching them shimmer wetly, the cut on her finger throbbing. She could feel the corrosive reaction in her gut. Every line, precise, done ten times in chalk before she even thought of doing it in her blood, before she even considered adding power. She turned them. There were no words, no focus; she was past that level. Words did nothing.
The reaction was the same; like a hole in her stomach, her lungs began to collapse. The human body wasn't designed to wield the power. Her sacrifice was always herself. She would never imagine using anyone else. She refused to be her father's daughter.
She found John in London; reached through, dropped the anchor on him. It was up to the idiot to feel her back.
Rating; R for blood
Characters; Eden Mac Cionaoith
eiremagic and John Constantine lullabyoflondonSummary; Eden decided enough is enough. John's coming back whether he likes it or not.
Log;
Eden hated magic.
It was a waste of time; a waste of energy, and it served almost no purpose at all. But sometimes, even she had to admit that it was the only solution. It resonated in her blood, bitter and powerful. She was her father's equal - more than that, truly.
She opened the little bag of bandages. John's blood, demon tainted. She could feel power in it, but more importantly, she felt the anchor in it. That was the secret, really; blood always returned to the source. She had calculated this for days - to find John, not the demon whose blood infected his. That was easy enough. If there was anything that Eden was a master of, was blood.
She traced out the heavy lines of her equation, watching them shimmer wetly, the cut on her finger throbbing. She could feel the corrosive reaction in her gut. Every line, precise, done ten times in chalk before she even thought of doing it in her blood, before she even considered adding power. She turned them. There were no words, no focus; she was past that level. Words did nothing.
The reaction was the same; like a hole in her stomach, her lungs began to collapse. The human body wasn't designed to wield the power. Her sacrifice was always herself. She would never imagine using anyone else. She refused to be her father's daughter.
She found John in London; reached through, dropped the anchor on him. It was up to the idiot to feel her back.