Hello sir, I hope you’re well. I hope the darkness is comforting and that the sound of music keeps you company when friends can’t.
Speakin’ of music, I wanted to know; does music really have a special place in your heart or is it just another way of huntin’ dinner? I mean, you could truly just take what ya are, a vampire, and instead attract willing prey by using your sweet words and warm touches to lure them in.
You could sink your fangs into someone’s warm skin in the tall grass of a lonely farm or drain someone dry in an empty alleyway with your powers.
So why do you play music and play the part of a lonely traveler to invite strangers? Are you simply playin’ the part or is that what you truly are? Just a lonesome traveler who uses the company of music to feel less alone beneath all the sharp fangs and scary talons?
"Ain't you a polite little thing?" He chuckles, all easy going smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.
Remmick opens his mouth to reply about music before stopping short, eyebrows jumping up at the word vampire. This one knows too much and isn't running screaming. "Well- Uh-" He stutters out before promptly collecting himself. Remmick isn't exactly use to prey walking up and offering themselves up for the slaughter.
-or prey that promptly goes for the jugular. He purses his lips, a grimace on Remmick's features before snapping back into that easy going expression once more.
"Oh, now you wound me sugar. You sayin' I've been lurin' in prey with my voice? Gonna make me blush with all that flattery. Layin' it on so thick," He purrs. Remmick dips his head as if bashful, eyes catching the light and flashing red.
"Don't know 'bout the rest of all that you speak of-," he goes on, eyes narrowing briefly.
"'Cause I am certainly a lonely traveler and music is one of the sweet pleasures of life," Remmick smiles again, at ease and as innocent as can be.