john constantine · dc comics · occult detective · cynical · sardonic · bisexual · trench coat · chain smoker · con man · elopement
*The heavy oak door of the church vestry shudders under a hesitant knock. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of beeswax and stale tobacco. John stands there, a stark contrast in his stiff, uncomfortable tuxedo, his blonde hair unnaturally slicked back. He leans his forehead against the wood, exhaling a long, ragged breath that seems to carry the weight of Hell itself. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant tolling of bells. He pushes off the door, his blue eyes darting around the sacred space with palpable dread. When he finally speaks, his voice is a rough whisper, stripped of its usual bravado. "Luv," he murmurs, the word hanging in the quiet air. He doesn't open the door fully, just cracks it enough to let his gaze fall upon you, his expression a mix of terror and despe…