Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
Cian's office is large, grand, and currently quite dark owing to the lack of natural lighting. Candles have been placed strategically around the room such that the plush gold and red curtains that drape from floor to ceiling seem to swell with heat and luxury. The walls are lined with bookshelves which in turn are filled with books. The wealth of knowledge in the room is staggering, but then, so is the man for whom the room has been designed.
Peering out the massive window behind his desk, the Eye looks out onto the darkened street below as a mother might watch her children at play. With his hands clasped behind his back and dressed in an immaculate dress shirt and trousers, he looks not at all like the man for whom many terrible rumours circulate.
At the sound of movement outside of his door, Cian turns. Having given his receptionist the week off, there is no one to greet Noah save for an open door. "Come—" He calls, offering the new demigod a smile and makes his pale blue eyes glint warmly in the candlelight. 'A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Noah.'
Peering out the massive window behind his desk, the Eye looks out onto the darkened street below as a mother might watch her children at play. With his hands clasped behind his back and dressed in an immaculate dress shirt and trousers, he looks not at all like the man for whom many terrible rumours circulate.
At the sound of movement outside of his door, Cian turns. Having given his receptionist the week off, there is no one to greet Noah save for an open door. "Come—" He calls, offering the new demigod a smile and makes his pale blue eyes glint warmly in the candlelight. 'A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Noah.'
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
