CIAN
the eye
Indeed he does arrive.
What Finn considers to be a put-together outfit, Cian might don haphazardly in the dead of the night when startled awake. Even then, everything he owns is a cut above whatever Finn can or bothers to afford. The Eye is not one for lingering looks, nothing so obvious as a disapproving stare at what the Spyglass chooses to wear, but no doubt it is something the researcher has picked up on. He's like that, after all. And even if he wasn't, Cian's disapproval is as loud as any silence might be.
Opening a stiff black umbrella, the Eye chooses to light a cigarette before making his way towards his counterpart. His movements are slow as if Cian has all the time in the world and not a single care within it. Neither could be farther from the truth of course.
"Finn." He calls out, dusty denim eyes obscured by smoke and rain. Cian speaks the Spyglass's name as if he's calling out to a dog who has one and only one chance to respond to the command before things escalate.
What Finn considers to be a put-together outfit, Cian might don haphazardly in the dead of the night when startled awake. Even then, everything he owns is a cut above whatever Finn can or bothers to afford. The Eye is not one for lingering looks, nothing so obvious as a disapproving stare at what the Spyglass chooses to wear, but no doubt it is something the researcher has picked up on. He's like that, after all. And even if he wasn't, Cian's disapproval is as loud as any silence might be.
Opening a stiff black umbrella, the Eye chooses to light a cigarette before making his way towards his counterpart. His movements are slow as if Cian has all the time in the world and not a single care within it. Neither could be farther from the truth of course.
"Finn." He calls out, dusty denim eyes obscured by smoke and rain. Cian speaks the Spyglass's name as if he's calling out to a dog who has one and only one chance to respond to the command before things escalate.
