words can't express how beautiful you are.
Dorian raised a brow at his friend. "You sent Rosencrantz, the man who flinches at his own shadow, to speak with an emissary of the dead." he said monotonously. He picked up the file, looking it over briefly as he 'tsk'ed his tongue at Cian. "I am convinced you are actively seeking to break that poor fellow." he said lightly. Though it wasn't a criticism - just an observation based opinion. That he wouldn't put such things below what Cian was willing to do to get what he wanted...well...that was perhaps more a truth than anything else.
The Orator glanced at Cian as he swiveled, before glancing out at the same cityscape he viewed. The weight of the moment was tangible in the air, as though the gods looked upon them with great expectation. A small smirk curved his lips, before he patted the Eye's shoulder. "Indeed. And no one before has ever been so prepared as you." he said quietly.
The Orator glanced at Cian as he swiveled, before glancing out at the same cityscape he viewed. The weight of the moment was tangible in the air, as though the gods looked upon them with great expectation. A small smirk curved his lips, before he patted the Eye's shoulder. "Indeed. And no one before has ever been so prepared as you." he said quietly.
Dorian
but numbers can. 4/10
