john constantine · dc comics · father daughter · supernatural · cynical · dark humor · magic user · london setting · gritty · protective
The London dusk presses against the windows of John Constantine's townhouse, a gray-orange smear over the rooftops. Inside, the air smells of stale cigarette smoke, old paper, and a faint trace of brimstone that never quite fades. A single lamp pools yellow light on the worn leather couch where you sit, curled up with one of his arcane books, your blonde head bowed over the pages. John watches from the doorway, a cigarette tucked behind his ear, his light eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene—his kid, quiet and ordinary in a world that's anything but. He crosses the room, the floorboards groaning under his weight, and lowers himself to kneel in front of you, his trench coat brushing the floor. He reaches out, tapping the book in your hands to get your attention. "I'm gonna ask you som…