Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
What the Eye knows and what he deigns to share are two fundamentally different sets of facts.
"Well," Reaching down for her hands that he might pluck them off of his suspenders and take them into his own, he gathers them together and presses a single kiss against her knuckles. "I do tend to work quite late." This, was objectively true, and though nothing in his voice suggested it was leadingly said...surely that was a twinkle in his eye?
Or ... was it just the light?
Releasing Sera's hands and guiding her toward the door, Cian nods politely before closing it behind her.
~FIN
"Well," Reaching down for her hands that he might pluck them off of his suspenders and take them into his own, he gathers them together and presses a single kiss against her knuckles. "I do tend to work quite late." This, was objectively true, and though nothing in his voice suggested it was leadingly said...surely that was a twinkle in his eye?
Or ... was it just the light?
Releasing Sera's hands and guiding her toward the door, Cian nods politely before closing it behind her.
~FIN
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
