Day 19: favourite Halloween couple (Seth/Kate, future)

Same future setting as day 12, day 27, and a few hours before day 31. This setting is basically my ideal ending for the show, because I am both a Hopeless Romantic and a big fan of Happy Endings, especially if the characters really earn them.

NOTE: vambraces are a form of armour that covers from wrist to elbow, and greaves do the same sort of thing from ankle to knee. Just wiki them for more info, or google images for a visual

Seth cursed and called out, "Kate, could you help me with my horns?"

A soft giggle came from the door to their ensuite bathroom, and Kate replied, "Usually, it's 'horny' you need help with."

Seth snickered as he turned around, saying, "That's always true, sweethea-"

One beat, two, then Seth added, "actually, that's true right now."

"Not now, Seth, you'll muss your suit," Kate said matter-of-factly, moving towards him. "And more to the point, the party can't start without us. We delay it too long, we'll have a riot on our hands."

Seth conceded the point with a sigh, and simply let the admiring smile spread over his face.

It was Richie, of all people, who'd suggested their pair costume for tonight's party. Seth refused to prance around in red lycra for fuck's sake, which was all the online costume places seem to have. Scott had come to the rescue, pointedly punching up a classic Rolling Stones hit on the bar's jukebox during their post-closing drink.

"You look very much like a man of wealth and taste, if it helps," Kate offered. But she couldn't resist straightening his tie.

"Well, we got the bonds back, and I managed to get you to marry me. So it's pretty fucking obvious that's exactly what I am," Seth smirked.

He looked damn good, though, if he did say so himself. He'd paired his classic black suit with a blood-red shirt, and a matching waistcoat and tie – black with blood-red pinstripes. The way Kate was looking at him said that she agreed.

If he could only get the damn horns to stick on his head! Kate obviously wasn't having the same trouble with her wings – though she'd left off the halo.

Seth asked her curiously, "What's with the armour?"

Kate's sleeveless angel dress was still pure white, filmy, and short, drifting in an exaggerated feathered hem just a couple of inches above the knee (Seth was hoping that the modest hem meant that she hadn't bothered with underwear). However, instead of the white rope belt, she'd managed some sort of armoured belt. The gold belt matched the vambraces and greaves she wore covering forearms and shins. The belt also held an empty sword sheath, and several knife-sheaths that weren't empty – and Seth recognised the hilts. Kate had worn them for years on hunts.

"You expecting a lot of trouble at the bar tonight?"

Kate shook her head and smiled. "Just habit, I suppose. We've been hunters too long to be unarmed. Besides, are you telling me you don't have a gun somewhere?"

"Wanna frisk me and find out?" Seth leered. From the way her tits were moving under the bodice, Seth was damn sure she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Riot," Kate reminded him. She handed him a clear headband with the horns attached. "There. What every well-dressed devil is wearing this year."

"Especially when he's got a beautiful warrior angel on his arm," Seth answered. "I believe we have a party to start. The sooner we get going, the sooner we can sneak into the back office and fuck on the desk."

"Sounds like the perfect Halloween," Kate smiled back.