Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
The sound of shattering glass doesn't seem to register at all on Cian's face; he does not jump, does not move to clean it up, does not ask if Finn is alright. "Of course not. I would ask whoever it was who had the past best suited for the task." Cian replies mildly.
"Perhaps I have jumped too far ahead. It is monsoon season, thus activities in Torchline will be mostly ones held indoors. Given Sunjata's connections with the Madame and the information the staff acquires during their days, stationing someone there seems the logical choice. Of everyone, you best suit such a task. And," Cian has the nerve to softly smile. "You said you would not wish it upon anyone else."
That only leaves you, Finn.
"I never said anything about sex." The Eye points out, unhelpfully.
"Perhaps I have jumped too far ahead. It is monsoon season, thus activities in Torchline will be mostly ones held indoors. Given Sunjata's connections with the Madame and the information the staff acquires during their days, stationing someone there seems the logical choice. Of everyone, you best suit such a task. And," Cian has the nerve to softly smile. "You said you would not wish it upon anyone else."
That only leaves you, Finn.
"I never said anything about sex." The Eye points out, unhelpfully.
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
