Cian
they're whispering his name, through this disappearing land
If he's surprised to be tended to so quickly, and by Zariah nonetheless, the man's expression doesn't show it. It shows nothing, actually, save for a remarkably clean shave and unsettlingly blue eyes.
Pulling in a long and unhurried drag of his cigarette that made his cheeks hollow not unlike a skeleton's, slowly the man turned his attention towards Zariah. Most when seeing the once-queen and now grand sorceress would look her up and down, surprised at the luxury adorning her, and how out of place her poise seemed to be. The man however merely glanced at her, as if having seen her a thousand times. "A man such as myself, eh?" He repeated, voice dry but confidently amused. "And what sort of man might that be?" In other worlds his accent might have been interpreted as low-brow, and yet the way he held himself and the intentionality of his words suggested that however they left his lips, they were anything but meaningless.
Pulling in a long and unhurried drag of his cigarette that made his cheeks hollow not unlike a skeleton's, slowly the man turned his attention towards Zariah. Most when seeing the once-queen and now grand sorceress would look her up and down, surprised at the luxury adorning her, and how out of place her poise seemed to be. The man however merely glanced at her, as if having seen her a thousand times. "A man such as myself, eh?" He repeated, voice dry but confidently amused. "And what sort of man might that be?" In other worlds his accent might have been interpreted as low-brow, and yet the way he held himself and the intentionality of his words suggested that however they left his lips, they were anything but meaningless.
but hidden in his coat
is a red right hand…
is a red right hand…
