Who: Hermes & Carrick Where: Carrick's Estate When: Tuesday Night - week 13 Why: Someone got a package and Hermes wants desperately to open and steal it. Warning: TBD
There were things Hermes didn't ask about. Things like what had happened to Grace when...well she'd seemed kind and put together, well on her way to someone who might eventually be turned. He didn't want to know. It wasn't his business. Whatever happened to her wasn't going to be his fate. He'd already decided.
There were, however, things he absolutely did ask about.
Part of his language lessons included leaving little letters for his Master on the great bed for him when he woke up. it wasn't something that'd been technically assigned to him, but rather a more practical application of the things he'd been learning instead of just rote copying.
The letter that night was rather brief and in Hermes' impeccable hand.
You got a package, Master. And it's singing to me. Please can we open it. Pretty please.
A hastily drawn poor likeness of himself making a pouty face accompanied the letter.
So Hermes sat on the floor in his Master's study, staring up at the still remarkably sealed box on the vampire's desk as he too practically vibrated with the effort it took not to tear it open to see what was so interesting inside.