Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
Cian is one of those men who appears entirely at ease in whatever environment he finds himself in. Amidst gunfire and chaos, he's the sort of man still able to recite poetry with heart-wrenching inflection; able to cut a man's throat and hold easy banter while he does it. He is a hard man. A calculating man. A man who understands the big picture and who had no use for sayings like know which battles are worth fighting. When you're always the winner, they're all worth fighting. But then, Cian also doesn't deal in trivialities. He is not one for garbage fires.
What that means for Finn is yet to be seen. Is he a battle worth fighting? Or is he a garbage fire that can burn itself out for good?
Seated at Finn's bedside, one leg comfortably crossed over the other, the Eye's pale blue stare trickles over the pages of the book he's reading. The cover is well-worn, lovingly taken care of, and clearly on its last legs. The title can hardly be seen, and there is blood stained into many of the pages.
What that means for Finn is yet to be seen. Is he a battle worth fighting? Or is he a garbage fire that can burn itself out for good?
Seated at Finn's bedside, one leg comfortably crossed over the other, the Eye's pale blue stare trickles over the pages of the book he's reading. The cover is well-worn, lovingly taken care of, and clearly on its last legs. The title can hardly be seen, and there is blood stained into many of the pages.
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
