"Smoke..." is Finished!
Jun. 30th, 2005 12:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matrixrefugeeThere... I finally finished writing out "The Smoke of Satan..." Three chapters and an epilogue. Hopefully, I'll get the next chapter (Four) posted here by Friday night, or at least the alternate version posted here, with the tamer version on ff.n. Demon slash anyone??? (No, the demon does not go after Constantine. I personally don't care for fics that have him giving in to any male demons who start drooling over him. The guy does *not* set off my gaydar/bidar at all.) Chapters Five and Six and the Epilogue will hopefully show up in the next couple of weeks.
And now a party is in progress in my headspace... well, those who are healthy enough to join in. Ref is still curled up in her air-conditioned cocoon of a room, resting, trying to eat (her stomach is pretty cramped since Blaise is pressing against it), and waiting for her son to make his appearance; she's sure it's gonna happen sometime this week. We all agree. Constantine has been limping about, trying to hide the fact that his leg is bugging him, after a demon clawed him during a recent deliverance; he seems to have stitched up the resulting gash himself, even though I kept hounding him to have a doctor look at it. His reply: "Okay, you try dragging yourself into the emergency room, covered in demon blood and puke and smelling like sulphur and burning shit, and *then* try explaining your condition to the nurses."
And now a party is in progress in my headspace... well, those who are healthy enough to join in. Ref is still curled up in her air-conditioned cocoon of a room, resting, trying to eat (her stomach is pretty cramped since Blaise is pressing against it), and waiting for her son to make his appearance; she's sure it's gonna happen sometime this week. We all agree. Constantine has been limping about, trying to hide the fact that his leg is bugging him, after a demon clawed him during a recent deliverance; he seems to have stitched up the resulting gash himself, even though I kept hounding him to have a doctor look at it. His reply: "Okay, you try dragging yourself into the emergency room, covered in demon blood and puke and smelling like sulphur and burning shit, and *then* try explaining your condition to the nurses."
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Date: 2005-06-30 01:06 pm (UTC)~Weaver