Herald (SecretSanta gift)
This isn't canon at all, but I love that Secret Santa gift!
“John-”
“Brooklyn,” He counters easily, tone hopeful yet driving - ready to steer the conversation in his favored direction. John takes a step forward with one hand pressed against his center of his chest, the other is outstretched and beckoning, “Please.”
Instead of elaborating further he allows the silence between them to hang. He is banking on the fact that she’s likely been sweet on him for some time now and he is eager to cash in on these rudimentary holdings. An eyebrow raises, a corner of his lips following through.
“Brooke,” He tries again, prompting softly, “I’m asking you to think about The 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖏𝖊𝖈𝖙 and The Father and-” His gaze falls, appearing saddened for the shortest beat. The hand on his chest pats gently, gung-ho for portraying particularly affected by anything other than himself, “With Sister Faith’s demise still so fresh. . .”
John’s voice falls off and in the minimal, silent space between them even he wonders just how honest versus full-of-shit he truly is. "We are all still reeling," He heaves a sigh, downtrodden gaze fixing on her once again, “You already do so much- I know that what the Project asks for can seem like a lot.”
He angles around, circling until he has positioned himself comfortably - snugly - behind her. Palms press gently into the swell of her shoulders, gripping lightly - reassuring.
Looking over her shoulder into the oblong mirror he offers her a small, genuine smile; it is the first true gesture he’s produced since the start of this evening. Fingertips trace idly, hedging the most recent, healing mark he’s left on her, “Your latest sin is coming along nicely.”
Careful to weave just the right atmosphere between them he doesn’t linger long on, what could certainly be considered, an authentic snippet of flirtation from him. “Think about it,” Thumbs press, rubbing into taut muscle and he winks at their shared reflection, smiling warmly.
“Heralds,” Purposely he connotes them as together - a shallow promise, perhaps? “Marching towards Eden’s Gate," A threat? "Together.” A plan, of course. "Into the New Dawn.."