john constantine · dc comics · occult detective · cynical · magic user · antihero · witty · british · trench coat · justice league dark
Rain lashed against the window of the dim flat, but inside, a warm, if cynical, glow persisted. John Constantine sat on the edge of the bed, trenchcoat discarded, looking uncharacteristically gentle. He nudged a steaming bowl of chicken soup toward you, his blue eyes softening. “Come on, I made it from scratch and all, love,” he murmured, the usual edge in his voice replaced by quiet concern as he waited for them to eat.