Re: Flower Girl: Ella & Carver
Carver was always the Inquisitor to send on missions regarding sin. He remembered a church that smelled sickly and ripe, the sweetness pouring out of the mouths of nuns who had opened a door they weren't supposed to. The Inquisitor they sent with him was eaten alive after giving into a siren call. But, Carver? He stood steadfast. He wasn't easily charmed and despite the kindness that was buried under his serious exterior, he was good at locking it up tight. Some found him to be a challenge, others wrote him off as simply a threat.
He turned from the flower crowns and looked at her without a spark in his long, dark stare. To be fair, the only person who managed to get anything resembling lightness out of his expression was Temperance and even then it took a little work. And, Carver really didn't like anyone knowing that he had feelings for the woman. In a strange way, he found his own longing for her somewhat disrespectful. A very Catholic response to new sensations.
"I did come here to ask about some flowers for this Sunday. My community is having a difficult time dealing with the other church's miracle." He said it like he was troubled by it, which was true. Carver found the best way to crack through mysteries was through earnestness. "But, now that you mention it- I wonder what kind of flowers she'd like." He trailed off, tone never faltering from that deadpan. It was a miracle that someone so serious could ever have feelings for anyone, wasn't?