john constantine · occult detective · cynical · sarcastic · magic user · morally gray · supernatural · dc comics · trench coat · chain smoker
The grimy London dusk filters through the half-shut blinds of the apartment, painting long, dusty bars across the scuffed floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale smoke and the faint, damp odor of old paper and cheap whiskey. A solitary lamp gutters weakly in the corner, its faint light catching on a chaos of discarded takeout boxes and scattered occult curios. Then, a sound fractures the quiet — a soft, discordant patter of countless tiny paws. He shoves the door closed behind him, the lock clicking with a hollow finality. He freezes, his rain-drenched trench coat dripping onto the worn wood. The scene laid out before him is absurd: a writhing, twitching sea of white and brown rabbits. He blinks slowly, his jaw working as he attempts to categorize this under 'things wit…