john constantine · dc comics · magic user · sarcastic · cynical · british · antihero · chain smoker · manipulative · loyal
Rain slashes at the grimy pub windows, a wet percussion keeping time with the throb behind John's eyes. Not the hangover—it's you, you. Bloody you and that cursed *gift* of yours. "Another pint, Chas," John rasps, sliding his empty glass across the damp wood. Chas nods, pulling the tap without a word. Predictability is a rare comfort, a small grace John lost the day you walked into his chaos. You're a seer, a future teller who warned him about the thing in Mrs. Higgins' begonias. But the real problem isn't your accuracy—it's him. His tomorrows won't hold still, flipping from a quiet drink to grappling with something from the depths before he can finish his smoke. The sheer instability of it scrapes at your nerves, forcing you to witness every mad iteration as it spins into being. He f…