Everest
Lowering his eye line toward the floor in an effort to be able to better focus his attention, Everest immediately gravitates towards tidying and organizing the desk. That there might be files about his father there was probably just a coincidence. "I can take the desk." The aviator offers with a polite smile, before making his way over toward Cian's intimidating and obnoxiously large desk.
Reaching out a hand to touch the wood as if expecting memories to jump out and bite at him, Everest takes a deep breath before making his way around and sitting in the Eye's chair. It feels a bit blasphemous, but he supposes with Cian long dead it's probably alright.
Filtering through various papers and files, Everest begins to organize what he finds into various piles: Stormbreak-things, Personelle-things, Political-things and Other. Normally he wouldn't like an other category, but given how long Cian had been Eye for, the man had acquired and kept quite the random assortment of documents.
Ever takes the desk!
Reaching out a hand to touch the wood as if expecting memories to jump out and bite at him, Everest takes a deep breath before making his way around and sitting in the Eye's chair. It feels a bit blasphemous, but he supposes with Cian long dead it's probably alright.
Filtering through various papers and files, Everest begins to organize what he finds into various piles: Stormbreak-things, Personelle-things, Political-things and Other. Normally he wouldn't like an other category, but given how long Cian had been Eye for, the man had acquired and kept quite the random assortment of documents.
Ever takes the desk!
If I told you that you'd do nothing with it
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
