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