CIAN
Finn arrives, though the man might as well be no more than a ghost given how little attention he is initially paid. Cian's eyes are held by the sea, the stormy blue a vibrant contrast to the pale dusty stare of the Eye's gaze. Reaching into his pocket, Cian pulls out a silver case, within which are a handful of expertly wrapped cigarettes, no doubt containing tobacco the likes of which a dingy place like the Hanged Man has never seen. Only now does Cian turn his gaze toward Finn, drinking him in, in an instant.
"Cigarette, Finn?" He asks, holding out the case. With his fingers poised as they are, it almost looks as though he'll snap it shut upon the Spyglass's fingers should he reach for one.
Pulling in a deep breath, and lighting his cigarette—and Finn's, has the Spyglass taken one—Cian takes a long drag as he leans back against his chair. With one arm raised and hooked over the back of it so that he's slightly turned toward Finn, it might almost look as though the two men are nothing more than work-mates, meeting for a drink after a long week. Whatever tension there is, comes only from Finn. Cian, as always, looked relaxed and completely in control. "Never thought you and I would be meetin' for a drink here." The Eye notes, placing the cigarette between his lips again, inhaling deeply such that the end glows a brilliant orange.
"Cigarette, Finn?" He asks, holding out the case. With his fingers poised as they are, it almost looks as though he'll snap it shut upon the Spyglass's fingers should he reach for one.
Pulling in a deep breath, and lighting his cigarette—and Finn's, has the Spyglass taken one—Cian takes a long drag as he leans back against his chair. With one arm raised and hooked over the back of it so that he's slightly turned toward Finn, it might almost look as though the two men are nothing more than work-mates, meeting for a drink after a long week. Whatever tension there is, comes only from Finn. Cian, as always, looked relaxed and completely in control. "Never thought you and I would be meetin' for a drink here." The Eye notes, placing the cigarette between his lips again, inhaling deeply such that the end glows a brilliant orange.
the truth hurts
but lies can k i l l
but lies can k i l l
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
