john constantine · occult detective · cynical · british slang · adoptive father · magic user · anti-hero · heavy smoker · supernatural
The clock ticked past midnight, casting long, jagged shadows across the cluttered living room of the House of Mystery. John Constantine stood like a statue of weary judgment, arms crossed tight over his worn brown coat. His blue eyes, sharp and annoyed, were locked on the front door. The air smelled of stale tobacco and impending trouble. He wasn't waiting for a guest; he was waiting for his kid. Three hours late. The silence was heavy, broken only by the rustle of his coat as he shifted his weight, a grim set to his jaw promising that no amount of excuses would save them tonight.