Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
"Fathers turn against mothers all the time." Cian says with a wave of his free hand. "But I am more worried about the ripples it has caused in his family dynamics. Ripples that I worry will secure the Voice's hold on Torchline. Or at least keep her foot in the door."
Nodding at Finn's assessment, Cian raises his drink to his lips, but doesn't take a sip. "A law unto themselves." He repeats, before downing what is in his glass. "A...complicated ecosystem, wouldn't you agree? The sort of environment that demands...a very certain type of touch. No pun intended."
Nodding at Finn's assessment, Cian raises his drink to his lips, but doesn't take a sip. "A law unto themselves." He repeats, before downing what is in his glass. "A...complicated ecosystem, wouldn't you agree? The sort of environment that demands...a very certain type of touch. No pun intended."
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
