you're either on my side, by my side, or in my fucking way
'Come—'
The curtains behind Cian's desk are heavy and drawn open to let the early morning light spill onto his desk in puddles. Many candles are lit despite this, and for good reason: the Eye is looking over some of Sera's architectural drawings. He can't afford to think that a shadow is actually part of her design, indicating depth or some such.
Smartly dressed as always and with a coffee next to him, the Eye does not bother to look up as Ronin enters, instead furrowing his brow deeply at what he's looking at.
The curtains behind Cian's desk are heavy and drawn open to let the early morning light spill onto his desk in puddles. Many candles are lit despite this, and for good reason: the Eye is looking over some of Sera's architectural drawings. He can't afford to think that a shadow is actually part of her design, indicating depth or some such.
Smartly dressed as always and with a coffee next to him, the Eye does not bother to look up as Ronin enters, instead furrowing his brow deeply at what he's looking at.
CIAN
