names so deep and names so true
"I see." Cian takes another long drag on his cigarette, his eyes like cold water raining across Finn's bare skin. "And yet you stayed here, making friends when one of the god's own candidates has yet to be contacted." Which was of course Cian's way of asking just what excuse Finn could possibly have for putting his cock—or anything else for that matter—before their mission.
Maybe if Finn saw Cian's body, he'd come to...understand the Eye a bit more. But even in the hottest of summers, the Eye is always clothed. Only whores know the story of his flesh, and their mouths are gagged with money to help them keep their silence when he leaves them.
Maybe if Finn saw Cian's body, he'd come to...understand the Eye a bit more. But even in the hottest of summers, the Eye is always clothed. Only whores know the story of his flesh, and their mouths are gagged with money to help them keep their silence when he leaves them.
THE EYE
they're blood to me they're dust to you
