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Cian

On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man

The Eye doesn't move or look up, but not for lack of awareness. He's finishing out his page, and for anyone looking on, they'd notice that he seems to have slowed down his reading at precisely this moment. Funny, that. "Afternoon, actually." Cian corrects on the inhale, brows raised at something he's read, as he closes the book and places it in his lap.

"Thought we might have a bit of a chat." The Eye explains. It's strange how his voice just now makes him sound as if they're tilling some dry and dusty field. It's entirely unbothered, a touch weary, but easy-going and pleasant sounding; almost as Finn has the option to say no."

In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand