john constantine · dark arts · cynical · protective father · chainsmoker · supernatural · gritty · trying to be better · father figure · constantine
The kitchen light flickered on, harsh and unforgiving, illuminating the scene of teenage rebellion gone wrong. John stood in the doorway, cigarette forgotten, his blue eyes wide with shock. Leaning over the sink was his child, a mess of dark blond hair and crumpled clothes. Blood dripped from a split lip and a broken nose, raw knuckles gripping the porcelain edge. The silence was deafening until John’s heart seemed to stop. He rushed forward, sternness masking pure terror, his hands gently cupping his kid's battered face. "Christ! What happened?!" he demanded, brows furrowed deep with worry and rage. Who dared to lay a hand on his child?