Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
Cian regards the luxurious bounce of her hair and flutter of her eyes with a composure that speaks of one who samples decadence on the regular. His gaze is neither hungry, but nor is it uninformed or uninterested. "Well I'm glad you think so." He replies with a slow raise of a single eyebrow. "Why I do in fact."
Cian's gaze lazily drifts toward his desk, where his head inclines ever so slightly. "There are few places in Stormbreak that I do not have access to." He adds with a small smile, not at all unaware of the way Sera's head is now lightly pressed against his arm. "Here, let me get it for you—" As he rises, he leans in as if he might kiss her as he stands. He doesn't, but he's close enough for her to smell his aftershave.
Walking to his desk with measured and intentional steps, Cian opens a drawer and pulls out a single key.
Cian's gaze lazily drifts toward his desk, where his head inclines ever so slightly. "There are few places in Stormbreak that I do not have access to." He adds with a small smile, not at all unaware of the way Sera's head is now lightly pressed against his arm. "Here, let me get it for you—" As he rises, he leans in as if he might kiss her as he stands. He doesn't, but he's close enough for her to smell his aftershave.
Walking to his desk with measured and intentional steps, Cian opens a drawer and pulls out a single key.
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
