Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
'Assuming Finn has done his fucking job, that is.' Cian commented, irish accent making the words sound harsher to ears that might be unused to hearing the Eye speak.
Glancing across at Dorian, denim-blue eyes unwavering, Cian nodded. "If we get Amalia. She seems to be Vi's type. All headstrong and hero. Heart of golda which is both stubborn and full of piss and vinegar." Despite these warm sentiments, Cian didn't sound particularly enthuised. But then, he never really did.
Not bothering to comment nor even really acknowledge Dorian's joke about a vacation, the man pulled in a long breath and let it out silently. He had to resist the urge to clench his teeth at the mention of her being pretty, instead just giving Dorian a long look before tossing his cigarette to the ground and twisting the toe of his shoe upon it.
"Divide and conquer it is. Mind you, I hear this one is pretty too. That one is her husband by all accounts, so watch yourself." Cian mumbles, pointing towards Deimos's name.
Glancing across at Dorian, denim-blue eyes unwavering, Cian nodded. "If we get Amalia. She seems to be Vi's type. All headstrong and hero. Heart of golda which is both stubborn and full of piss and vinegar." Despite these warm sentiments, Cian didn't sound particularly enthuised. But then, he never really did.
Not bothering to comment nor even really acknowledge Dorian's joke about a vacation, the man pulled in a long breath and let it out silently. He had to resist the urge to clench his teeth at the mention of her being pretty, instead just giving Dorian a long look before tossing his cigarette to the ground and twisting the toe of his shoe upon it.
"Divide and conquer it is. Mind you, I hear this one is pretty too. That one is her husband by all accounts, so watch yourself." Cian mumbles, pointing towards Deimos's name.
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
