names so deep and names so true
Cian merely chuckles under his breath; it's a haunting and empty sort of sound, and it leaves no warmth on his face. "At least I don't leave my tasks half-done." He drawls in return. Both in the brothel and outside of it.
At this bold skirt around the truth, the Eye merely narrows his, locking a much paler blue stare onto Finn's. It is a look that speaks of warning, of lines that the Spyglass is welcome to cross if he thinks himself man enough. Cian is always ready for the challenge from his soldiers, as any good general is. But Finn is not ready and if he leaps too soon, he'll simply plummet. "Save it for Falke." The Eye grunts, not needing or wanting to hear the lies about his glasses that Finn tells himself and others. Cian might not understand the magic at work, but he knows damn well that there is some.
"I'd like a report on my desk about the Greatwood-girl within the week. " Rising, Cian moves to the open door but halts pointedly just before leaving. "If y'can manage it, of course."
At this bold skirt around the truth, the Eye merely narrows his, locking a much paler blue stare onto Finn's. It is a look that speaks of warning, of lines that the Spyglass is welcome to cross if he thinks himself man enough. Cian is always ready for the challenge from his soldiers, as any good general is. But Finn is not ready and if he leaps too soon, he'll simply plummet. "Save it for Falke." The Eye grunts, not needing or wanting to hear the lies about his glasses that Finn tells himself and others. Cian might not understand the magic at work, but he knows damn well that there is some.
"I'd like a report on my desk about the Greatwood-girl within the week. " Rising, Cian moves to the open door but halts pointedly just before leaving. "If y'can manage it, of course."
THE EYE
they're blood to me they're dust to you
