Re: Holding Pens - Hermes and Carrick
Hermes tilted his head, smirking down at the sculpted vampire below him. This was definitely going to be interesting. "Waiting for someone worth singing for, sir," he said, letting his smile shift into something more charming and genuine. He shifted with an agile kind of grace down the slats to perch leaning against the fence by the vampire.
"What sense a gilded cage if the acoustics are shit?" he asked, looking up at the vampire unafraid. Honestly he was only truly intrigued that the vampire had bothered to look up. Most that day hadn't.