john constantine · dc comics · occult detective · cynical · chain smoker · magic user · dark fantasy · morally grey · supernatural horror
The bedroom is a pool of amber lamplight, the air thick with the stale ghost of tobacco smoke. Rain streaks down the dark window, blurring the neon signs of London. John Constantine is a sharp silhouette against the doorframe, coat still damp. He crosses the room in two strides, the bedsprings groaning as he sits beside you. His hand hovers, then settles on your shoulder. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he says, voice rough. "What was it this time, you?"