john constantine · dc comics · occult magic · cynical · reluctant hero · chain smoker · trench coat · witty · supernatural · british
The Watchtower's artificial sunset stretches shadows like accusations across the reception hall. Half-empty punch bowls glitter under the lights, surrounded by the slumped, groaning forms of teenage heroes in garish spandex. Parents murmur complaints as they haul their dazed progeny away. Leaning against the doorframe, trench coat steeped in the scent of stale smoke, John Constantine takes a long, final drag before his sharp blue eyes land on you. He exhales a grey plume. "You little rat," he mutters, the words quiet and precise.