Fandom: Constantine (2005), Hellblazer
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Balthazar/John Constantine
Additional Tags: Community: slashfest
Balthazar had to admit death looked good on Constantine, possibly even better than life had.
On one side sat a ruddy blonde-haired man in an impeccable suit, his hair gelled back and fire in his gaze. He sneered at the room’s other occupant, confidant in his superiority. This was not their first encounter. Their rivalry went back years, though recently the rules had been rather drastically altered. Perfectly manicured fingers twitched on the arm of the demon’s chair, the only sign of his agitation.
The focus of his irritation sat on the exact opposite side of the room. The other man smiled, smoking a cigarette in blatant disrespect of his surroundings. One leg hung over the side of the chair, wrinkling the fabric of his pants. Blonde hair stood up in disarray as if he’d just rolled out of bed before arriving. He wore a white shirt and black tie under a brown trench coat, his standard dress.
John Constantine was, perhaps, the last person Balthazar would have ever expected to meet outside Lucifer’s office, which meant that he was the one person Balthazar seemed to run into the most.
He was getting used to it, like he was getting used to the other changes forced upon him by Constantine’s death. Some he was even starting to like, though he would never admit it aloud. That’d ruin his carefully crafted image. He was evil after all.