Re: antique store: louis/claire
Claire blinked a couple of times when he said she had hurt herself, and fingers fluttered quickly to her hairline and then possessively gripping the lignum vitae shaft once more. It was nothing. The blood would coagulate and scab over before there was any major dripping. Besides, the small cut was hardly on her radar once the stream of consciousness rolled off of his lips.
Grey eyes roiled like storm clouds as he spoke, the words pricking pins and needles up and down her spine with every syllable. The fact of the matter was that he could have been right. Claire had always been told that the spear had been passed down from Bellatora to Bellatora since there was record. A holy lance that cut through evil itself and served as the Church's justice and vengeance. A symbol that gave demons pause and brought leaders of Hell to their knees. But then again, the Cardinals had lied to her about a lot of things in her life. She wouldn't be surprised if any of that was true in the journey of the weapon.
His question was met with a small shrug, "Not as far as I know..." But she was concerned. He had very clearly seen what he said. It was something real. Maybe it was this spear, or maybe another, but he knew a deep and sordid history about a spear that he had no way of knowing without being blessed by some sort of vision.
The spear was not pulled away from him, her hawkish gaze following his finger as it reached towards the point. "Careful," she warned, breathless and hushed, "It kills." His words were repeated to him, but she would not keep him from pricking his finger. It was not her job to keep him from making choices that he had to know would be painful. That flash of gold in his eyes was beautiful, but she knew it wasn't natural. She didn't know what it was, and this was her way of investigating.
Claire fully believed she was nigh invincible with the spear in her hands. If she was about to be sucked into the Hell planes by this man, she didn't look the least bit rattled. On the contrary, her muscles tensed under her coat, subtly preparing herself for the worst.