Re: Alexandria: Dorian & Claire
Claire was used to people and their lack of belief, the atheists as it were, and she found them fascinating. Her cup had always runneth over when it came to faith. The idea that someone could honestly believe the Father was not watching over them all was entirely absurd, but they managed to come up with brilliant ideas. Regardless, she gave him a nod, resolving herself to not get preachy, as she seemed to so often do.
When he brought the book down, Claire instinctively leaned closer to him to get a better look at what he was showing her. "Why this one? Do you think people like this exist today?" The question was soft, little more than a hushed whisper to keep the information between them. Not that there were people around to overhear. And why did his voice keep strumming at familiarity? Her attention turned back to the man instead of the book, and she unabashedly examined his features as she tried to figure out where she knew him from. She didn't think she did, but she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that they'd met. "I do," she offered to answer her own question.