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It didn't take Kurt long to pull on a proper pair of pants and make his way out the door. He was dead set on finding the cafe and figuring out what was going on and who was in his room.
He flipped the card over and over again as he walked, checking the front and back convinced it was a magic trick played on heat or something. He rubbed his fingers across the surface over and over again, a soft whine leaving his throat when nothing happened. He held it up to the wind, willing the cool breeze to drift in and affect it but to no avail.
It truly was strange how the card changed in such a fashion. The writing on the back still smudgy when finger tips brush over it appearing freshly written, yet the ink never left the card on the fingertips that traced them. He felt emotion rush through him at ever swipe, his blood speeding through his veins as if it wanted to escape.
Placing the card back into his pocket he continued down the street, making his way down the broken down ally ways and discarded buildings not really sure where he was going.
Buildings seemed crumpled, barley held up by their foundation and frame work. The doors were ajar, windows blown out and everything just seemed abandoned. People who were worse off then the lowest of classes slept here, making a home out of the rotten houses.
Small off care business' sat at the corners and lined some of the streets. Shady Pawn shops and those places where you go when you don't wanna be alone.
He truly was walking blind, letting his feet carry him where they wanted to go. When he thought of going back or turning down another path something tugged at his insides, a tight fear gripping him willing him to keep going. The card in his pocket heating up as he walked warming the hand that rest against it.
Almost there Darling, just keep forward. Don't look back.
Biting his lip he looked up from the ground, gasping at the sign that hung over a small store, door open and the soft scent of coffee and tea drawing him near. Glass panes framed the front of the store, mirroring their surroundings with ease. Kurt caught sight of his appearance as he neared the small cafe, running his fingers through his hair.
Entering he brushed against a set of bells that hung off the door, a soft jingle jingle filling the air and he looked around the small shop, appreciating the beauty.
It had small undertones of gold and orange resting against every surface. The tables pressed up against the wall, each having two chairs accompanying them. A few booths were scattered here and there, mostly adjacent to the bookshelves that ran through out the side of the shop.
It really was a diamond among the rough, such a beautiful place in such a deserted part of town. The books that sat among the shelf glowed underneath the lights, the lettering on the binding shining. He couldn't help but reach out and trace the bindings with his fingertips, letting the cool surface rush over him, calming him.
"Excuse me, is there anything I can do for you?"
Jerking his hand back as if he'd been burned he turned to face the voice, eyes growing wide in shock as icy blue meeting misty green. A smile played across the strangers face, eyes crinkling just a little. The freckles that adorned his cheeks seemed to dance under the light.
"I would say take a look around, but it seems you beat me to it," He breathed out, cocking his head to the side a little bit. "Would you like to take a seat, I could offer you a cup of tea on the house."
Reaching out he dropped his hand onto Kurt's shoulder, gently pushing him towards a table by the window and then gently into the chair.
He couldn't move. He couldn't talk. The air was thick and his mind blanked, nothing was playing through his thoughts. He couldn't even bring himself to look away from those eyes. Green held blue captive till they turned away and he was left to stare at the backside of the boy. His eyes drifting down to his ass.
Clearing his throat he blinked rapidly, licking his lips to distract himself and looking down at his hands clasped on top of the table. In the middle sat the card,Bookshelf Cafe clearly imprinted upon it. Hands jumped to his pockets, searching for the paper to find nothing. Grabbing the card he flipped it over, finding the same smudgy writing there.
Two cups are placed in front of him, small and delicate. Eyes lifted up and met with green again, the iris' spinning around slowly. He smiled and lifted a small tea pot, thick rusty red liquid leaking from the nozzle slowly, filling the cups.
"Let go and relax, you seem tense. I'll bring you a biscuit." And with that he was off, walking back toward the counter and into a room in the back, leaving Kurt alone once again.
Staring at the cup directly in front of him he sniffs the liquid, scrunching up his face. It smelt of strawberry's and a mix of green tea. He traced his finger around the rim, memorizing the small engravings along the edge.
A napkin is slid across the table in front of him, on top of it landed a biscuit and the man sat down in the opposing chair as he set down his own bread.
"So..." He starts, bringing the cup to his lips and lets his tongue lap up the liquid, white teeth flashing. "What brings you to my cafe? Not to be rude or anything, but I wouldn't expect a twink like you to just walk in here out of the blue."
Eyes wide Kurt leans back, sucking in a breath. "E-Excuse me?" he stutters, not expecting the twink comment at all. He lifts the cup to his lips and gingerly takes a sip, moaning softly as the liquid quickly filled his mouth. It was addicting and sweet, with just a tang of bitterness.
Quickly he was beginning to feel better about himself and the situation, the whole window and card fiasco forgotten about. All he knew was that the cafe was beautiful and his waiter was giving him free food, a blessing since he hadn't ate all morning.
His thoughts were running loose, the books on the shelves calling to him. He looked around, eyes scanning the shelves for one book in particular. The one he felt pulling at his heart. He knew it was here, his beloved possession. Its story was being read. Its beautiful insides being torn out and thrown into reality for all to hear.
"And thats not all I want to do! It isn't fair. I made this happen. THIS IS MY WORLD NOT YOURS. Can you please just go." He begged, the magician ignored him though. He kept on with the knife, carving the words into the door.
Green eyes met blue and in an instant they both froze, the magician torn between carving the wood or carving the boy, and the other in fright. He backed up against the wall, reaching out for the dagger on the table.
"A twink." The owner confirmed, smirking, watching as the others eyes snapped back to his. "You're about what? Sixteen, Seventeen? You have a baby face, probably still have some baby fat, and if I can honest here. I wouldn't mind that ass bouncing on my lap." He grins when Kurt snorts into his drink, giving him unbelievable wide eyes. "Now enough about how good you look, tell me about you. It's the least you can do after the free snack."
"I didn't ask for this," Kurt argued softly, taking another sip of the increasingly addicting drink. He swished it around in his mouth before swallowing. The liquid cooling down his throat, calming him. "But I suppose I have the time."
They talked about this and that, about their lives so far and their problems. Dreams were discussed and so were past crushes and issues. Their names were now accustomed to being spoken. Cups of tea and biscuits passed between the two, Kurt drinking more then he usually would. It wasn't until Sebastian raised his arm that Kurt stopped eyes growing wide.
"What happened to your wrist?" he asked, reaching out to wrap fingers around the bandaged appendage. Sebastian only smiled, and pushed his tea cup towards Kurt, cocking his head to the side.
"Well, the tea does need a special ingredient."