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Cian

On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man

"What adorable titles they have for themselves, eh?" Cian chuckles as if they were doing nothing more than discussing the names of show dogs. Shield and lullaby. It was gratuitous and unearned in the Eye's opinion, though his thoughts on the honourary titles afforded to Amalia and Remi were not what they were here to discuss.

"I think you forgot a good deal more than that." Without a cigarette in his hands there is nothing for Cian to channel his inner thoughts into. So it is that his gaze is all the more penetrating. All the more inflexible for his stillness. "But you did." Cian interjects. "Let it get out of hand, that is." There is laughter in the Eye's blue gaze, or if not, something close to it. "What do you think we should do about that?"

In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand