Re: Neighborhood: Carver/Claire
Carver was so reverent with the book, it made her actually wish she was that Holy figure he may have painted her as. "I don't know. I know my mother tried." The others she couldn't say with certainty, but she knew her mother's story. "It was my fault. I took her guilt. She didn't think killing me was wrong." How could it be the fault of a child that had only been born minutes before? Catholic guilt and a severe martyr complex over her gifts. "Inquisitors Leonard and Ambrose. They found me." Carver didn't need the details of how her mother tried to bury her in trash and suffocate her beneath rotten food. "I... don't think He will let it come to an end. The pattern has remained the same for over a thousand years. Even if every single Bellatora tried to end the lineage, it has never worked. We all have one child, a daughter, and we don't die until we turn thirty-three."
His confession tugged the corners of her mouth into a grin that even sheltered Temperance knew needed to be fought back. It wasn't appropriate. But, thankfully, he continued and she could concentrate on that, concern written on her face instead of whatever that flutter was. "Your orders were wrong, and you knew that. But being here is your path. Whatever is coming, we'll face it. It doesn't matter what evil it is." And she was very serious, hardened by battle from years and years of spilling blood. "Anything you need of me is yours."
Temperance gave him an approving nod, and a grateful smile, "Thank you. It means a lot to hear that said aloud." She was going to take him at his word. His features may have spoke of danger and corruption, but she wanted to believe his heart was pure and his intent was truth. "Tell me a nice story from when you were young." Almost an order, that girl that lead armies into Hell never really able to vanish completely. However, she could hear the demand in her voice and Temperance flinched with a flush of pink to her cheeks. Possibly the closest to flustered the warrior had gotten. Her eyes roiled into something more apologetic before she added a soft, yet earnest, "Please?"
The goblet was tilted back and Temperance finished off her glass of wine. She grinned a playful tease at him and held the glass back out to him so he could refill it. No, she didn't ask, but they were here to get drunk, right?