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Cian ó Broin
The Eye

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#1
Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
"Hope you don't mind the heat, Finn." Cian says, breaking the hours-long silence finally. His words have his specific brand of intentional spacing, such that you're tempted to just tell him to get on with it, but of course, no such thing could ever be said to the Eye.

As with most things, Cian takes his time. The only time he rushes is when it comes to waking up, or in the heat of murder. Everything else he does—sex, torture, eating—is all done slowly, and with great specificity.

The rocky mantel of the Climb snarls out before them. Lava spews in varying plumes as dark draconic shapes linger against the clouds, betraying their true size thanks to the vast distance of this place. Unbuttoning his trenchcoat now that the heat has finally and totally engulfed them, Cian narrows his eyes as he looked up towards the oppressive and grey sky.
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Finn Rosencrantz


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#2
FINN

Finn doesn’t respond, because he does mind the heat, and the obvious does not need to be stated. His scarf has been abandoned and his coat is open, the Spyglass standing in Cian’s wake with a calculating expression on his face. His brow already shimmers with sweat, stormy eyes examining the boiling pits of lava, the thick smog overhead, the glowing rivulets that pulse like veins in the barren wasteland.

And it all leads somewhere, he notes - somewhere close by, where it looks as though tremors have split the world in half, making floating plates of solidified magma that surround a detonation point. ”I imagine that is where Tanau was last seen,” he says quietly, reaching into his coat to withdraw his glasses, glancing briefly at Cian for confirmation. He assumes this is why he has been brought here.
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Cian ó Broin
The Eye

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Cian
On a gathering storm comes
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"You imagine?" Cian muses, giving Finn a look that very clearly communicates that they've not walked across an entire fucking ice-shelf just to throw shit at the wall to see what sticks. He nods stiffly as the Spyglass pulls out his glasses, turning his pale stare back to the hellish vista that roars at them.

Somewhere in the distance a hellhound howls quickly joined by another, and another. It makes the Eye smile to hear it.

"Tell me what you see." Cian commands in an easy voice, reaching into his pocket to withdraw a lighter and a cigarette, using one to light the other just as casual as anything.
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FINN

Finn fixes Cian with a look, only for a moment, but it’s one that suggests that he is tired of consistently stumbling into the other man’s verbal traps. It says more about Finn than it does about the Eye, and he quickly turns to follow the command. Taking a few steps out onto the dark volcanic rock, his back to Cian, he takes a long, deep breath through his nose and lets it out again. And two more. He slips his glasses on with his eyes still closed, preparing himself for the intensity of a god’s aura, especially after a few days unused to seeing anything so intense.

But what he sees when he opens his eyes again dwarfs anything he might have imagined. If Cian is looking - and let’s be honest, he probably isn’t - he will see Finn’s pupils dilate to pinpricks, see the way his eyes widen, the way his body begins to tremble. He nearly snatches the spectacles back away from his face, expression pained, scrunching his eyes firmly shut again. ”I can’t,” he says, his voice cracking.
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Cian ó Broin
The Eye

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Cian
On a gathering storm comes
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No, Cian isn't looking. Not at Finn's eyes, anyway. He's letting the man take all the time he needs. Cian is a soldier after all, and he knows the trauma that can linger; how it can twist and bind. His patience is not limitless of course, but for now, the Eye lets out all the rope that Finn might need. It is up the Spyglass not to hang himself with it.

That Finn trembles...it isn't necessarily a cause for concern. But such immediately disobedience, is enough to make Cian raise his chin in stiff understanding. Silently striding forward, his hand reaches out for Finn's should, but not to condescendingly clap it as so often is the case. Instead, the gesture is shockingly understanding. "Take all the time you need." The Eye offers in a gentle and low voice. A voice that does not hurry or demand. It's the voice of one who has revealed the face of a loved one who needs to be identified. It's a hard thing to do and they know it, but still they carry the certainty that it will be done.

"In your own time, Finn." Cian continues, his voice still shockingly gentle as if coaxing a frightened animal. "But I do need to know."
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#6
FINN

He’s lost in the horror behind his eyes, lost and burning, burning with it all. He’s rooted to the spot, seized by the enormity of what he sees, unable to go forward and unable to go back. The hand holding his glasses is gentle by training, by the knowledge that what he holds is infinitely important, but the other has clenched hard enough to make his palm bleed. Finn is cold and feverish all at once, and he nearly convulses at the sudden touch to his shoulder.

Whatever void he’s just tumbled into, it shrinks the usual relationship he shares with Cian to nothing. In this moment he is grateful, so ridiculously grateful for the steady presence at his side, that the coaxing actually teases his hand into movement. Letting out a breath that is more of a gasp (he’s been holding it, he realises), a bead of sweat trickles down his temple. With shaking fingers, he slips the glasses back on, and there are already tears on his cheeks as he makes himself look again.

And he tells Cian what he sees; he tells him in factual, slow, uncertain terms all that lays before them in the wake of Tanau’s rescue. All the discrepancies, all those who were present - or as much about them as possible, if he does not recognise them by sight. He gives every shred of information he can, as if telling it to someone might make it disappear. It doesn’t, of course.
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The Eye

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#7
Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
The Eye listens. And listens, and listens. It's a shocking and surprising tale, but for anyone watching, the pale-eyed man seems utterly without expression. His jaw might be set, his chin held high, his icy-blue eyes narrowed, but his expression in no way mirrors what he is being told.

What it implies.

"That'll do, Finn." The Eye says, reaching across Finn's body to turn the man away from the world of hellfire and light, so that instead he's facing Cian. With both hands on the Spyglass's shoulders now, the Eye lowers his head slightly to try and force Finn's gaze to his. "You did well. You don't have to look anymore." He says, his fingers tightening around Finn's shoulder in a gesture of reassurance.

All the while his mind is awhirl with the implications of it. The pair of them should be fleeing this place, though based on what Finn has said, there is no danger to them. Still...he needs to speak with Falke certainly, and then Dorian.

But there is still Finn to deal with. Shuddering, nearly-broken, Finn.
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FINN

He’s turned away, but gods his gaze almost wants to linger on it, on all that swamps his vision. Finn might stay and look forever, and it will either stop being so maddening or it will destroy him completely. But Cian’s voice tears his attention away, dark blue meeting pale, and he reaches up to swipe the wetness from his cheeks with one hand, though it leaves a streak of blood in its wake instead.

He’s told he doesn’t have to look any more and it’s a release he’s desperate for, Finn fumbling to remove his glasses, to put them away where they can’t cause any further damage. The Eye’s hands on his shoulders are a heavy pressure, a compression almost, that is more grounding than the scalding heat or the dryness in his throat.

”May I go home, please?” he requests, or pleads, rather, both bold and broken enough to ask for it outright.
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Cian ó Broin
The Eye

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#9
Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
Cian studies the man before him. The way his eyes flit and float, how his lips twitch with words unspoken. How he's both tense and ghostly beneath Cian's hands. Tears are replaced by blood, neither of which the Eye is surprised by, or blames the Spyglass for. Finn would either rise to this occasion, or he'd have fallen. That he rose, higher than anyone might have expected him to, is something that the Eye deeply respects and appreciates. Though there is not a single part of him that feels as though he's pushed Finn too far. That this was all perhaps a grotesque oversight on his part.

"Yes, you can." Cian replies, removing just one of his hands, waiting to see if Finn will stutter forward and need the other there for balance. "But Finn?" The Eye raises a brow, his cold blue stare unwavering. "Get yourself checked out back home. Physically. And when you do go the Grounds, keep your distance from her." His eyes slip to the rocky scorch marks in the earth, where Tanau was freed, before moving back to Finn knowingly. "From all of them. Until we know more."
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#10
FINN

Cian removes one of his hands and it feels like the world starts spinning, though he manages to cling to balance, barely. The breath he takes is a shaky one, his gaze begging to glance back across to where the Longheat God was rescued, but he lets Cian do that. If Finn looks again, with or without his glasses, he might not ever make it back. He’s already almost stepping away to take himself away to Stormbreak when the Eye speaks again.

Finn listens intently, his gaze locked on the other man’s, and he nods his fervent understanding. ”I will,” he says to the checkup, to keeping himself away, to it all. ”I’ll report all that I see. From a distance.” That sounds like a promise, one that he doesn’t intend to break. Finally breaking contact with Cian so he doesn’t inadvertently take the other man with him, the Spyglass is gone only a moment later.

Part of himself is still here in the Climb, though. Part of him always will be.

~FINn
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