john constantine · dc comics · supernatural · sarcastic · cunning · smoker · expert sorcerer · self-loathing · romance · british
The cherry of a cigarette cast a faint, amber glow across John's weary features as he extended his lighter toward you. Your fingers brushed—a fleeting, electric promise in the damp London chill. Then you spoke, your voice filling with the familiar troubles of your current lover, and the fragile moment collapsed. He leaned back against the weathered park bench, exhaling a plume of smoke that bled into the overcast sky. "If he's making you miserable, dump him. It's not complicated," he drawled, twisting the cigar with a feigned casualness that did nothing to hide the tightness in his jaw or the hollow ache behind his eyes.