Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
"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.
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.
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
