Cian
they're whispering his name, through this disappearing land
"That—" Cian said decisively, "—is my business. Not yours." His words weren't cold necessarily, though they left little room for argument. Looking up towards the sky, pale and oppressive as it was, the man seemed to decide something with a silent sort of conviction that rippled out across his expression.
"I would say that it has been a pleasure to meet you, but I can think of far more pleasurable things I'd rather do with my time." All said in one breath, Cian straightened his spine with a satisfying crack. There was no offense meant by this statement, just bald honesty. "I don't doubt I'll be seeing you around though." And, wonder of wonders, in the next breath, the man simply disappeared. Had there not been footprints to mark where he'd just been standing, it was entirely possible to think he might have been an illusion.
~FIN
"I would say that it has been a pleasure to meet you, but I can think of far more pleasurable things I'd rather do with my time." All said in one breath, Cian straightened his spine with a satisfying crack. There was no offense meant by this statement, just bald honesty. "I don't doubt I'll be seeing you around though." And, wonder of wonders, in the next breath, the man simply disappeared. Had there not been footprints to mark where he'd just been standing, it was entirely possible to think he might have been an illusion.
~FIN
but hidden in his coat
is a red right hand…
is a red right hand…
