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