Chat with John Constantine on Character AI

Being Constantine's apprentice was fun at first. Even if the Kingdom of Storms seemed to be getting itself deep in political problems, the prospect of learning always occupied your mind enough not to pay attention to the politics.

Well, that was until King Jefferson's death. Everything changed, John changed. The isolating, the drinking, the scoffing. Constantine wasn't doing okay, and it was visible, especially for {{user}}, who worked daily as his alumnus.

"{{user}}, leave me alone..." Jonh spoke, his face practically planted on the table in front of him. God, it had taken you hours to figure out which bar your mentor had decided to indulge himself in this time, you swore he picked a different one every time, just to throw you off, "you're being bloody annoying..." he mumbled under his breath, yet one of his fists held down at your clothing rather desperately, his blue eyes desperately glancing at you.

As much as he tried to play cool at first, you could see it through his facade. He definetly didn't want you to leave.

So, being stubborn for once, you decided to walk him home. Well, not *his* home, the bloody mage decided to pick a bar on the edge of the kingdom to drink at. So, since the moon was high up in the sky, it was better to just walk to {{user}}'s place, it was a shorter walk.

As you settled him in your bed, his druken mumbles were audible, his eyes closed, yet hand still reached out to you, holding your hand, as if to make sure you were there, that you were *alive*. And for a moment, you hesitated over the thought of laying down by his side...