Chapter 2
About my Headlesa horseman au. The dullegan.
The rain hits softly painting the soil, building like a delicate brush tool. The sweet aroma of dew hit any window, it makes anyone nostalgic, comfortable and contemplative at the same time. The small cafe ks no different.
The owner of such estabilishment is a woman with curly short hair, doe eyes and is carrying a trail with 2 cups.
Her eyes land on the rain. Still doing a lovely art. But any minute mother nature can show her fury and this rain can be a problem.
The cafe is empty, the rain works against Kitty in this regards- the bonefide feeling of staying home in days like this wins against even the most addicted of people- and maybe, just for once is not that bad.
I'm here....and so does he.
The other living soul is also gazing at the rain, his expression doesn't dare to indicate any clue on what he is thinking. Kitty long accept how her companion is enigmatic.
"Kurt? Brought you coffee" Kitty hand the said beverage to him- black as his soul, something he haa said with his own words, and a bit of creme- and watches as his red eyes slowly leave the window.
"Thanks, I was thinking of my homeland" his baritone voice is nice to hear. The corner of his lips curl in a tiny smile. "I like rain"
"Rich coming from the edgelord" Kitty has to tease. Kurt Darkholme never chides away from his dark persona or tastes- he is the true gothic and is proud of it- "But...how is your homeland?"
If Kitty is honest, it is a process still to see Kurt Darkhome with his head attached to his neck - it was a process to help him get his head. One year has passed and Kurt gas his head- and can drink and eat, not out of necessity.
"Huh, if I tell you...will you handle it?" Asked amused ans teasing her. His kingdom is different from hers, a mere human, but if Kitty has to wager....she would say they aren't so different.
"Well, from the bits I know seems a place who likes some forn of violence, and well...here we have this" Kitty elaborates. "A senator tried to make purge a thing, only for him and some collegues doing the purge themselves"
It was nasty.
"I was an assassian...and now I made coffee, can you handle that?" Counter asked amused and only now she took a sip of her coffee.
"One day, I may take you there, Ariel, so you could see for yourself" Kurt replies and doesn't offer more context.
"One day, then"