Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
With one arm stretched out across the top of the couch—were Sera closer, it might be poised to wrap around her shoulders, but perched on the edge as she is, for now the Eye's position is merely one of comfort—as he makes his toast.
"I did indeed." The Eye agrees with a warm smile. "Pity he left for Torchline before he could really enjoy it." Cian adds, ever casual with the wealth of information he seems to always have at his disposal. Letting his face turn entirely toward Sera now, his smile wide but without teeth, he stares at her for perhaps a moment longer than anyone else might. Is he waiting to see if she'll fidget under his gaze? Is he trying to make her uncomfortable, or, like any great connoisseur of beauty, is he merely drinking her in without feeling rushed?
"Sound proofing." He says at last, offering no further explanation.
"I did indeed." The Eye agrees with a warm smile. "Pity he left for Torchline before he could really enjoy it." Cian adds, ever casual with the wealth of information he seems to always have at his disposal. Letting his face turn entirely toward Sera now, his smile wide but without teeth, he stares at her for perhaps a moment longer than anyone else might. Is he waiting to see if she'll fidget under his gaze? Is he trying to make her uncomfortable, or, like any great connoisseur of beauty, is he merely drinking her in without feeling rushed?
"Sound proofing." He says at last, offering no further explanation.
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
