names so deep and names so true
Ignore it? Best of luck.
"Mhmm." Cian agrees, walking towards the open window and looking out of it. "I wonder then..." The Eye leans out slightly, watching a child splash from puddle to puddle, utterly soaking wet and laughing with bright delight below. "..why it is you're still doing here." Spinning on his heel, the blue-fire in his gaze made all the more vivid contrasted against the utter lack of expression on Cian's face.
He lets the silence linger for a moment.
Then two.
"If all the potentials in Torchline have been found," Cian continues, his voice dry and dusty, the cadence one of casual conversation. "why am I hearing reports of afternoons spent with the candidates? Picnics near the market and midnight drinks here in your room." Without blinking, Cian flicks the ash from his cigarette onto the window sill. "What of the Greatwood, ey? Halo?" With each question Cian's eyebrows softly raise, as if trying to prompt an obvious answer out of a child.
"Mhmm." Cian agrees, walking towards the open window and looking out of it. "I wonder then..." The Eye leans out slightly, watching a child splash from puddle to puddle, utterly soaking wet and laughing with bright delight below. "..why it is you're still doing here." Spinning on his heel, the blue-fire in his gaze made all the more vivid contrasted against the utter lack of expression on Cian's face.
He lets the silence linger for a moment.
Then two.
"If all the potentials in Torchline have been found," Cian continues, his voice dry and dusty, the cadence one of casual conversation. "why am I hearing reports of afternoons spent with the candidates? Picnics near the market and midnight drinks here in your room." Without blinking, Cian flicks the ash from his cigarette onto the window sill. "What of the Greatwood, ey? Halo?" With each question Cian's eyebrows softly raise, as if trying to prompt an obvious answer out of a child.
THE EYE
they're blood to me they're dust to you
