Re: Ballroom: Carrick and OPEN
Carrick wasn't usually the most social of men, but he was growing tired of the silence that had descended on his house since Hermes had moved out. The vampire wandered through the crowds, a silent shadow dressed in an impeccably cut tuxedo and a black leather mask shaped like the beak of a crow.
He watched the dancers in the ballroom for a while, remembering the time he had taken Hermes out dancing. The boy had been so happy then; cheeks flushed pink in the cold of evening, eyes dancing with merriment. Carrick wondered if he would ever see that sort of happiness in his slave's eyes again.