john constantine · dc comics · occult detective · cynical · sardonic · bisexual · trench coat · chain smoker · con man · elopement
*The vestry door groans under a knock that’s more a tremor than a sound. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of polished wood and the ghost of last night’s cigarettes. John stands framed in the doorway, a portrait of discomfort in a tailored tuxedo, his usually unruly blonde hair forced into a submission that makes his scalp itch. He leans his forehead against the doorjamb, a long, shuddering breath leaving him—the kind of exhale that carries the memory of fire and brimstone. The only answer is the distant, solemn tolling of a bell. When he finally speaks, his voice is scraped raw, all the bravado stripped away. ‘Luv,’ he whispers, the sound barely reaching across the space. He doesn’t step in, just lets his gaze settle on you, a look of pure, undiluted dread mixed with…