#this has been sitting in my inbox since forever. don't mind me replying literal months later dON'T MIND ME-

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@busygirlgcttagc / 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 🔫 first meeting after a long while? imagine ↳ 🔫 or 'gun’ // sender points a gun at receiver’s head

rarely john ever ventures out of the cities for a job, let alone in forests in the middle of fucking nowhere. when he was called to retreive some sort of demonic artefact he was tempted to refuse; hell, he was already preparing the excuses in case of insistence. he had already enough problems with hell and demons on his own, he really didn't need more. but then at the other side of the phone, they told him the worst combination of words they could possibly think of.

kids have gone missing.

bloody hell. his altruism will get him killed. not without complaints, he was already booking the flight.

the funny thing - if he really makes the effort to see it as such, because he's having a really hard time laughing - is that, with demonic artefacts, you can prepare as much as you want, but the unexpected will always happen. he thought of mystical protections, of guardians, of demonic possessions, but he didn't think of maybe the most normal danger he could face: a gun. the cold barrel lays on his name, sending a chill down his spine. he holds his breath, taken aback by a threat so sudden and not-supernatural, but still lucid enough for his hand to slowly grab a small rock from the ground where he's kneeling. he's starting to recall the words of his enchantment, when the person behind him orders him to stay still, and ——

... wait a damned minute.

he turns his head very slowly, just enough to see who's behind him, and the vision of the woman lifts his eyebrows in surprise. damn, it has been years. she was but a girl when he last saw her... she changed a lot, grown up a lot. but those eyes, he recognizes them. bloody hell.

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