my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
It's clumsy. It's very clumsy, though Finn won't realise that until later, when he's failing to scrub the sight of this from his mind. The screams and panic echo all the way up to the highest points of the Trinity Temple, and horror quickly sweeps through the Tower. Finn is certain he's not the only member of the Order on their way, but he is the one who can do what others can't.
So it's with quick, sweeping strides and his glasses already on his nose that he rushes towards the source of the panic, barely believing the rumours - and perhaps needing to see it for himself to rationalise it. "Stay back," he says, sounding uncharacteristically brusque as he steps through the Dragoons flanking the... er... head, drawing to a stop only a few paces away from it.
And it isn't the sight of Cian's sightless eyes and rictus expression that causes the blood to drain from his face. Well... it does, but it's not the first thing. No, its the slick and slithering aura around the head. An Ascended demigod did this. He doesn't say it out loud, of course. But it doesn't make it less true.
"We take this to the Tower," he mutters. "If you would, please."
It has been... he does not know how long it has been since then. Long enough to send out word to all members of the Order, long enough for those letters to (hopefully) arrive, summoning them back.
The room that Cian usually had them meet in seems too large and too quiet now, even with a crackling fire at Finn's back and clustered notes and files upon the table. All of them ransacked from the ex-Eye's office, they still hold desperately little information compared to what Finn wishes he could know about the circumstances of the man's death.
He has no idea if anyone will even show up. The Order is without an Eye now. Did it even stand at all?
So it's with quick, sweeping strides and his glasses already on his nose that he rushes towards the source of the panic, barely believing the rumours - and perhaps needing to see it for himself to rationalise it. "Stay back," he says, sounding uncharacteristically brusque as he steps through the Dragoons flanking the... er... head, drawing to a stop only a few paces away from it.
And it isn't the sight of Cian's sightless eyes and rictus expression that causes the blood to drain from his face. Well... it does, but it's not the first thing. No, its the slick and slithering aura around the head. An Ascended demigod did this. He doesn't say it out loud, of course. But it doesn't make it less true.
"We take this to the Tower," he mutters. "If you would, please."
It has been... he does not know how long it has been since then. Long enough to send out word to all members of the Order, long enough for those letters to (hopefully) arrive, summoning them back.
The room that Cian usually had them meet in seems too large and too quiet now, even with a crackling fire at Finn's back and clustered notes and files upon the table. All of them ransacked from the ex-Eye's office, they still hold desperately little information compared to what Finn wishes he could know about the circumstances of the man's death.
He has no idea if anyone will even show up. The Order is without an Eye now. Did it even stand at all?
FINN
