everyone's a whore
'Not fun I'm lookin' for." Cian replied easily, his voice dusty like a well-worn coat laid out in the sun to fade. "Mmm, how terribly rude of me." He replied with a genuine smile of apology. Placing a hand to his stomach and leaning forward just so, Cian stood again with a smile and strange twinkle in his blue eyes. "Cian ó Broin." The Eye replied, before smiling and nodding at the newly-appeared refreshments.
"A woman after me own heart. Shall we?" Palm up and hand extended so that Phoebe might lead the way, Cian followed with near-silent steps and ever watchful eyes.
On the porch, he took a seat as if he'd visited a hundred times before, looking instantly comfortable in his surroundings. With a leg crossed over the other and his arms spread wide across the back of his chair, he'd wait until the drinks were poured before raising his glass in a toast. "To new friends."
"A woman after me own heart. Shall we?" Palm up and hand extended so that Phoebe might lead the way, Cian followed with near-silent steps and ever watchful eyes.
On the porch, he took a seat as if he'd visited a hundred times before, looking instantly comfortable in his surroundings. With a leg crossed over the other and his arms spread wide across the back of his chair, he'd wait until the drinks were poured before raising his glass in a toast. "To new friends."
THE EYE
we just sell different parts of ourselves
