Backdated to late Nov. 28 | text; un: Constantine

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Sometimes later in the day than Ethan's announcement, and shortly after getting yelled at for COMPLETELY REASONABLE ACTIONS, the network updates with: ]

I'm not dead just let me sleep it off

[ Then, grumpily, Constantine pulls the covers over her head and attempts to go back to sleep. ]

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[deathoftheauthor]

( He nods again. )

Yes, Monsieur Chandler— Ethan, he asked me to call him Ethan... ( Louis' voice is soft and a little shell-shocked. ) I may not know him very well, but I've enjoyed his company, and I thought highly of him. I had no idea he was struggling with something so dangerous.

( And he doesn't know what to think about it, because Louis himself has killed thousands of people, so surely it's hypocritical of him to feel betrayed and disappointed. It's just that it doesn't make sense. There must be some reason why it happened, he keeps thinking; Ethan isn't an irresponsible man, and Louis knows how he's tormented by guilt. He wouldn't treat this so lightly. But he had. )

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Oh, Ethan. He does kind of look like an Ethan. Cool, now she knows his first name! ]

Me neither. And I can't figure how he kept it quiet before this. We've had other full moons. Maybe the City played another of its tricks, or something, but ... I don't know.

[deathoftheauthor]

Mm. It's certainly possible that he grew complacent with whatever measures he was taking to prevent it... but if his condition is anything like my own, it isn't something one simply shrugs off.

[keepgodwaiting]

I know he doesn't want to hurt anyone.

[ But then, she knows well enough how little that can mean. ]

I don't know. God, I don't know. How utterly fucked.

I guess we've got a month to figure it out, at least.

[deathoftheauthor]

( Sigh. Frown. Another sigh, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. )

If nothing else, at least it's predictable. We all know when to expect a full moon...

( God. What is he saying. )

This may sound strange coming from a vampire, but I was certain that werewolves were pure fiction.

[keepgodwaiting]

[ She lets out a startled laugh. ]

Yeah. Yeah, well, may sound strange from an exorcist, but this is a new one for me too.

[ Don't tell Hob. She's still clinging to that "I'm a professional" line. ]

[deathoftheauthor]

( He lets out an amused breath. )

I can't imagine how stressful this would be if we were normal.

[keepgodwaiting]

Yeah, me, I'm as zen as Pooh Bear about the whole thing.

No, I'm exhausted, is what I am. [ And smarting over Hob, but that's not Louis' problem. ] S'pose both of us ought to rest. Try not to think too hard.

[ Haha, funny joke, eh? ]

[deathoftheauthor]

( Hysterical. )

I shall do my best. You, I think, ought to silence your phone and get a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. It's what I would do.

But please tell us if there's any way that we can help. ( "We" meaning himself and Lestat, of course. He clarifies: ) With the wolf, or with something as simple as bringing you a hot meal.

[keepgodwaiting]

[ She smiles at that, tired but genuine, and tips him a little salute through the screen. ]

Yeah. Cheers, Louis. Don't worry about me. I always land on my feet.

[ In this case, though, as she hangs up, she is going to land back on her face in bed. ]