_gallifrog_
Symbolic Animal of Gallifrey
The whole thing with her real father struck a chord with John. Without knowing he was doing it, he pulled her in closer to him, as if by doing this it would somehow make the pain of the memories vanish. There was no doubt in John's mind that Kay's father was an areshole. His last words made John think of his own father. Thomas Constantine, the areshole himself.
Before he could stop himself he found himself saying. "Your father sounds like a right areshole, he had no right to say that. He sounds kind of like me old man. Now anybody who says that there has never been a bigger bastard on this planet than me is wrong. Thomas bloody Constantine" John spat out the name like it was venom, the wounds both mental and physical his father left had clearly ran deep. "Now that man was a bastard of the highest degree." The hatred burned in John's eyes, just like the flames that had burned his father to death. There was a look of feral anger in John's eyes, the real, dangerous anger, that ate people up from the inside.
Before he could stop himself he found himself saying. "Your father sounds like a right areshole, he had no right to say that. He sounds kind of like me old man. Now anybody who says that there has never been a bigger bastard on this planet than me is wrong. Thomas bloody Constantine" John spat out the name like it was venom, the wounds both mental and physical his father left had clearly ran deep. "Now that man was a bastard of the highest degree." The hatred burned in John's eyes, just like the flames that had burned his father to death. There was a look of feral anger in John's eyes, the real, dangerous anger, that ate people up from the inside.