Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
'Only for some of them.' Cian said dryly, but agreeably enough. For anyone who knew him anyway. He had a tendency to always sound a bit displeased, a bit frustrated, a bit terse. But that was only because there was always so much on his mind; few knew the details thereof, however. What was more, Cian never really worried too much about what others thought of him. Actions spoke far louder than words after all.
Raising a brow at Dorian's comment, Cian merely savoured the taste of smoke in the back of his throat, before exhaling in a steady stream. Pulling out a piece of well-worn parchment from his pocket, he looked at it for a moment with a casualness that flew in the face of its importance, before handing it over to Dorian. "One apparently has moved to Torchline...Phoebe. Amalia is here. The other two...we needn't bother with them anytime soon, I don't think." Those names being Deimos and Sunjata. "This one—" He pointed towards the name Jigano, "—seems to have up and left."
Raising a brow at Dorian's comment, Cian merely savoured the taste of smoke in the back of his throat, before exhaling in a steady stream. Pulling out a piece of well-worn parchment from his pocket, he looked at it for a moment with a casualness that flew in the face of its importance, before handing it over to Dorian. "One apparently has moved to Torchline...Phoebe. Amalia is here. The other two...we needn't bother with them anytime soon, I don't think." Those names being Deimos and Sunjata. "This one—" He pointed towards the name Jigano, "—seems to have up and left."
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
