Or like an egomaniac but I've been called loads worse.
[ John knows he has a presence when he enters a room. It's the way he is if he isn't trying to keep a low profile. It's what made Mucous Membrane so popular when he was doing gigs with the crew still. The thing between the two of them?
Regular kismet, that. ]
Hello. Texting only does so much. Always good to hear your voice, love.
Egomaniac is a little much. And it really doesn't roll off the tongue.
[Not when John is the subject at least. And it is clear that he is not a personality for everyone. Matt isn't either. That is with his daily personal and nightly. The mix, the true Matt Murdock is typically headache inducing. Mr. Constantine is a smart man, he already has felt this kinship. It runs deeper.
Though it is so, so much easier to call it something light. An infatuation, a fling.]
[ John Constantine is an acquired taste. His line of work doesn't exactly lend to getting chummy with folk. Live fast, die tomorrow, face God and walk backwards into hell doesn't suit most people's lifestyles. He had mates, a good crew, once. They were all idiots, John included. Not many of them left now. He'd be the last person to go judging Matt about anything, much less his nightly activities and strained personal life. Pot, kettle, etc.
So yeah, easy to call it something light and not disruptive to their lives. ]
Were you now?
[ An answering sound of amusement. ]
Yeah, shortly. Chas has got to sort a few things but we should be on our way within the hour.
[Bitter, heady and sweet with so much more going on if we were to describe a flavor of personality. Matt still has a lot to know. And John's as secretive as he is. The bruises and scars on his body have their questions. Bullshit answers for now. Spending so much of his life alone he has not let himself be close to people. Elektra is gone like the wind. Karen is justifiably frustrated with Matt. And Foggy? Foggy's the only one that is bullet proof.]
I like to listen to you talk, is that also a predictable line?
[ John has gotten used to the way the air feels when Matt's in the room. It's not the same kind of charge that magic has but it's damn near close. No matter how he tries to cover it up there's the scent of the night city that lingers on him like his own signature trenchcoat. There's a vulnerability under all that too. A driving force that John doesn't know exactly where it comes from as he hasn't been let in on that particular secret. Theirs is a lonely life.
Finding each other on what they each thought was a deserted island is a novel kind of thing. ]
I could lie and tell you I've never heard that one but it's not a line I'm tired of.
[How wonderfully appropriate that there is so much at the tip of their tongues and the edge of their breath. Not everything would be revealed at once. Matt literally wears a mask. John is hiding in plain sight. The air still crackles and his touch tingles, he still has the heartbeat of a man.]
Since we're in the theme of cliche, predictable things... I can't wait to be with you.
[Font and the context, flirty though Matt has his voice low, suggestive.]
[ One day they might not hold back. The idea makes him nervous. It makes him think of Des. He can never make that right and it terrifies him that he might end up leading another person right up into that.
Yet here he is. Dabbling as usual. ]
Not the worst sort of predictable by any means. Makes two of us. If you're that eager, suppose the gentlemanlike thing to do would be talking you through it.
Not quite the literal tongue in your ear, but I reckon it'd do just fine.
[One day. And let's hope it is out of their own free will not necessity. That never makes for a very happy reveal. Case in point Foggy. That was some time ago. It still smarts every now and then.
For now Matt shuts the door to his office, leaning against it with the phone cradled to his ear.]
Oh I'm the only eager one am I?
[Guilty and yet--?]
You're plenty capable of doing whatever you put your mind to. Save for being here and actually putting your tongue in my...[ahem!] ear.
[ A nice thought, that. To come to it on their own in good time. Sort of thing isn't likely but the fiction is good for a moment of fantasizing. Even the telling isn't always a surefire way to avoid calamity. Des is evidence of that but he hasn't shared that either.
He hears the door shut and even from far off, his heart does a little jump in his chest. Nerves, he's got, like a lad with a crush. ]
Never said I wasn't, love.
[ Oh, Matt doesn't even know the half of it. He can put his mind to a lot but that isn't something that needs to come up in the bedroom before they've talked about it just normal. ]
Well, we did talk about patience. This will just have to be the lead-up. Guess it wouldn't be a problem to talk about other things, like how it'd feel to tug you in close by your belt loops and kiss you breathless.
[Nice and Matt Murdock cross paths. Sometimes. Can nice, Matt and John meet somewhere for longer than a bender of sex and drinking? He does his very best to not betray this wish. Better leave it unsaid.]
My patience is on a break right now. And so am I.
[And he loosens his tie and sighs.]
That means I can hold close to me and I can push your jacket off.
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[ John knows he has a presence when he enters a room. It's the way he is if he isn't trying to keep a low profile. It's what made Mucous Membrane so popular when he was doing gigs with the crew still. The thing between the two of them?
Regular kismet, that. ]
Hello. Texting only does so much. Always good to hear your voice, love.
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[Not when John is the subject at least. And it is clear that he is not a personality for everyone. Matt isn't either. That is with his daily personal and nightly. The mix, the true Matt Murdock is typically headache inducing. Mr. Constantine is a smart man, he already has felt this kinship. It runs deeper.
Though it is so, so much easier to call it something light. An infatuation, a fling.]
I was going to say the same thing.
[With a low laugh.]
On your way to New York then?
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[ John Constantine is an acquired taste. His line of work doesn't exactly lend to getting chummy with folk. Live fast, die tomorrow, face God and walk backwards into hell doesn't suit most people's lifestyles. He had mates, a good crew, once. They were all idiots, John included. Not many of them left now. He'd be the last person to go judging Matt about anything, much less his nightly activities and strained personal life. Pot, kettle, etc.
So yeah, easy to call it something light and not disruptive to their lives. ]
Were you now?
[ An answering sound of amusement. ]
Yeah, shortly. Chas has got to sort a few things but we should be on our way within the hour.
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[Bitter, heady and sweet with so much more going on if we were to describe a flavor of personality. Matt still has a lot to know. And John's as secretive as he is. The bruises and scars on his body have their questions. Bullshit answers for now. Spending so much of his life alone he has not let himself be close to people. Elektra is gone like the wind. Karen is justifiably frustrated with Matt. And Foggy? Foggy's the only one that is bullet proof.]
I like to listen to you talk, is that also a predictable line?
[Soon then. So keep your shirt on Murdock.]
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[ John has gotten used to the way the air feels when Matt's in the room. It's not the same kind of charge that magic has but it's damn near close. No matter how he tries to cover it up there's the scent of the night city that lingers on him like his own signature trenchcoat. There's a vulnerability under all that too. A driving force that John doesn't know exactly where it comes from as he hasn't been let in on that particular secret. Theirs is a lonely life.
Finding each other on what they each thought was a deserted island is a novel kind of thing. ]
I could lie and tell you I've never heard that one but it's not a line I'm tired of.
[ Or take it off. Who's to know? ]
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Since we're in the theme of cliche, predictable things... I can't wait to be with you.
[Font and the context, flirty though Matt has his voice low, suggestive.]
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Yet here he is. Dabbling as usual. ]
Not the worst sort of predictable by any means. Makes two of us. If you're that eager, suppose the gentlemanlike thing to do would be talking you through it.
Not quite the literal tongue in your ear, but I reckon it'd do just fine.
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For now Matt shuts the door to his office, leaning against it with the phone cradled to his ear.]
Oh I'm the only eager one am I?
[Guilty and yet--?]
You're plenty capable of doing whatever you put your mind to. Save for being here and actually putting your tongue in my...[ahem!] ear.
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He hears the door shut and even from far off, his heart does a little jump in his chest. Nerves, he's got, like a lad with a crush. ]
Never said I wasn't, love.
[ Oh, Matt doesn't even know the half of it. He can put his mind to a lot but that isn't something that needs to come up in the bedroom before they've talked about it just normal. ]
Well, we did talk about patience. This will just have to be the lead-up. Guess it wouldn't be a problem to talk about other things, like how it'd feel to tug you in close by your belt loops and kiss you breathless.
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My patience is on a break right now. And so am I.
[And he loosens his tie and sighs.]
That means I can hold close to me and I can push your jacket off.