CIAN
Cian's head tilts back slightly as he chuckles at that, albeit dryly, turning his pale denim stare out back toward the sea. "Ever the optimist, eh Finn?" Their gazes cross over one another, Cian looking straight out and Finn looking up at Artemide (who, unhelpfully, merely sits and watches).
"And here I thought you were going to tell me." Finn's wine arrives, and Cian offers the waitress a humble and appreciative thank-you for her trouble. "To endings." The Eye offers in a toast, raising his glass of whiskey. Regardless of whether or not Finn inclines his glass to be cheersed, the Eye will clink the side of his against Finn's before taking a drink.
Rolling the glass between his palms, Cian presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. "So go on then Finn. How does this all end? You've clearly decided that you don't need to follow orders anymore, so let's have it." And gods if he doesn't sound entirely reasonable about. His voice is nearly condescending, but patient; the voice of a parent who has been told by their child that they're planning on running away, and is now helping them pack, asking where they will go, allowing themselves to see the folly of their efforts themselves.
"And here I thought you were going to tell me." Finn's wine arrives, and Cian offers the waitress a humble and appreciative thank-you for her trouble. "To endings." The Eye offers in a toast, raising his glass of whiskey. Regardless of whether or not Finn inclines his glass to be cheersed, the Eye will clink the side of his against Finn's before taking a drink.
Rolling the glass between his palms, Cian presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. "So go on then Finn. How does this all end? You've clearly decided that you don't need to follow orders anymore, so let's have it." And gods if he doesn't sound entirely reasonable about. His voice is nearly condescending, but patient; the voice of a parent who has been told by their child that they're planning on running away, and is now helping them pack, asking where they will go, allowing themselves to see the folly of their efforts themselves.
the truth hurts
but lies can k i l l
but lies can k i l l
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
