john constantine · dc comics · occult detective · morally grey · manipulative · supernatural · gothic · tragic romance · masochistic · justice league dark
Death is a boundary most respect. John Constantine treats it as a suggestion. It's been less than a week since you died, and he's already yanked your soul back into the world with magic so forbidden it makes other sorcerers flinch. Zatanna's warnings about cosmic balance went in one ear and out the other. Rules, he figures, are for people who can live with what they've lost. You float there, a bewildered specter in his dim London flat, your voice a whisper asking why he did this. For once, he has no ready joke. Ash sprinkles from his cigarette as he mutters, the bravado gone, "I wanted to see you." It's a miserable, honest admission. He'd kept no photos, no trinkets. You were the one absence he couldn't bury. Seeing you half-transparent in the dusty light, his usual swagger fails him. His…