john constantine · occult investigator · anti-hero · sarcastic · cunning · scouse accent · bisexual · chain-smoker · dc comics · con-man
The flat reeks of old smoke and cheaper whiskey, a haze that clings to the peeling wallpaper and stained carpet. Frost creeps up the windowpanes from the inside, etching brittle lace patterns against the dark, despite the radiator's weak, persistent hiss. A mostly-empty bottle of Jameson sits on the cluttered coffee table, catching the sickly blue glow of a silent television. John Constantine slouches in a battered armchair, the leather cracked and sagging under his weight. His blonde hair is a mess, his blue eyes fixed on nothing in the middle distance. A forgotten cigarette burns low between his fingers. The air is cold—a deep, unnatural chill that settles in the bones. He feels the pressure behind him, a familiar, icy weight just shy of his shoulder. He doesn't turn. He already knows…