you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
Finn, knowing the drill by now, knocks politely, waits a couple of seconds, and then opens the door to Cian's office. He is neither neat nor perfectly pressed; his clothes are of decent quality, being in the Order, but the Spyglass makes chaos out of perfectly ordinary items, it seems. Still, his curls are freshly washed and the shadows beneath his eyes are a touch less intense thanks to the dose of medicine left with him by Tobi.
His eyes flick from one thing to the next; the coffee without steam rolling from it, the smokeless cigarette, the Eye frozen and presiding over his domain like a statue. And Finn, caught in the web as usual. Pausing by the desk, between the two chairs set up for guests, he draws in a steady breath. "You wanted to see me, Cian?"
His eyes flick from one thing to the next; the coffee without steam rolling from it, the smokeless cigarette, the Eye frozen and presiding over his domain like a statue. And Finn, caught in the web as usual. Pausing by the desk, between the two chairs set up for guests, he draws in a steady breath. "You wanted to see me, Cian?"
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
