Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
Cian ignores the question, not terribly in the habit of repeating himself. Unlike Finn, the Eye is very good at reading people, not that the Spyglass is all that subtle in the tension that seems to shimmer around his eyes. "There. Now you won't forget them." He says crisply, admiring the perfect bow that hides October's drawings and seems to scream to be seen. To be touched. To be tied.
"Excellent. There's a good lad." Cian says with a nod, reaching out to clap Finn on the shoulder. His hand doesn't move right away, nor does the warm smile on his lips. However the warmth is about as far from Cian's eyes as independence is from Finn's life.
"Right. Well if there's nothing else, I'll leave you to it." Standing, the Eye gazes down on the Spyglass with a wide smile. "Y'should try and get out for a few walks, Finn. You're looking quite pale." Thoughts of murder tend to do that to a person, but nevermind.
"Excellent. There's a good lad." Cian says with a nod, reaching out to clap Finn on the shoulder. His hand doesn't move right away, nor does the warm smile on his lips. However the warmth is about as far from Cian's eyes as independence is from Finn's life.
"Right. Well if there's nothing else, I'll leave you to it." Standing, the Eye gazes down on the Spyglass with a wide smile. "Y'should try and get out for a few walks, Finn. You're looking quite pale." Thoughts of murder tend to do that to a person, but nevermind.
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
