If music be the food of love
WHO: Carrick and Eterna (may contain multiple threads if they bump into other Masters there. Hannibal, perhaps?) WHERE: WHEN: Week 3, Saturday night WHY: WARNING: Carrick is pitching woo.
It had been a while since a lady had caught Carrick's attention in the way that Eterna Westenra had done. He'd bedded many slave girls in recent years of course, along with a few fellow Supernaturals, but the two could not be compared. They were dalliances at best; a few nights of pleasure before he lost interest. Eterna was a Lady, and she deserved to be treated as such.
It wasn't just her beauty or her clear influence in the small community of Crescent Hills that intrigued him; even during their short meeting at her party he could tell she had a ruthlessness and coldness that partnered well with his own.
Lord Carrick adjusted the cuffs on his new suit and stepped out of the car, taking with him a simple but elegant arrangement of dark purple calla lilies. He had spent some time talking to Crescent Hills' top florist, finally resorting to a little vampiric mind control to find out some of Eterna's favourite flowers.
He knocked on the door, flowers in hand, waiting for the Countess to appear.