Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
No, no, today he won't be calling her in with that dry and dusty come of his. (Are other comes of his dry and dusty, one might wonder?) Instead, no sooner has her knuckle left the elaborate door for the last time than it suddenly opens. Had she knocked a fourth time it would have been against the top button of his waistcoat. "Hallo Amalia." The Eye says with a nod, looking unsurprised to see her. Politely, he waits for her to take a step back that he might exit his office, and when she does, he closes the door behind him and nods warmly to his assistant. "Hold all messages for this afternoon. Won't be back tonight. And take off early, will you?" He winks at her, and the assistant—an elderly woman in far too much makeup—titters girlishly and nods.
"I have a meeting in another part of town." Cian explains, sounding almost apologetic. Or perhaps it's simply the musical tilt of his accent. "Care to accompany me?"
"I have a meeting in another part of town." Cian explains, sounding almost apologetic. Or perhaps it's simply the musical tilt of his accent. "Care to accompany me?"
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
