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You know I'm gonna take back what I said...for the moment.
Agostinho found it impossble to blink, move, or do much of any damn thing. He looked down and saw the small girl with light-brown her between himself and his now ex-girlfriend, the knife that was in her chest, and Tasha's fingers curled around the handle. This felt like something out of a novel he had wrote, but it was real. One hundred percent real.
"Who are you?" Tasha questioned the girl, pulling the knfe out swiftly. He could tell she was angry that she was stopped in her attempt to kill him.
"None of your business," the girl responded softly in reply. He recognized the voice immediately. That was the angel that had visited him the other night. But she looked different; her hair was lighter, longer. He also realised how much he towered over her until now. Over a foot.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm not telling you!"
Tasha took a couple steps back when the girl shouted at her, but she still kept the scowl on her face. "Fine. If you want the Brazilian trash, have him."
As soon as she walked out of earshot, Agostinho grabbed the girl's shoulder and dragged her into a nearby shoe store. She was acting like nothing was wrong and that the hole in her chest and the red liquid leaking out of it was an accessory. "You're the girl from last night," he said softly. She didn't reply, nod or anything. All she did was blink. He looked into her eyes and gave her a faint smile. "Please, tell me your name."
"I can't."
"Please," he whispered again, his eyes wandering back down to the wound. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she said, smiling to herself a few seconds later as she added, "and so are you."
"I just want to know your name."
A few moments of silence passed before she said softly, "Kalafina."
Agostinho gasped to himself. Her name was even more beautiful than he had thought it would be. "Kalafina...Kalafina, can you tell me who you are? Or no?"
"No."
"Not even a little?"
"No, Agostinho."
"So you know my name?" he questioned. She nodded slowly in response. "How?" He had thought maybe he could've got an answer out of her that way, but it was no use. She didn't move a muscle or say a word. "Please. All I want to know is why you just took a knife to the heart for me."
More silence passed. It seemed like an eternity for Agostinho, but he knew it couldn't be that long. "I'm your guardian angel," she said. Her voice was so quiet he barely heard her over the noise of their environment. But he had; and what she had said sank in very quickly. "Please, Agostinho. I have to go before I get in trouble."
He gave her a swift nod, and brushed a few strands of hair away from her face before he pulled away from her. "Thank you, Kalafina. I appreciate it more than you will ever know."
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From later on. Kalafina gets sent back to Earth for good, since she told Agostinho she was his guardian angel.
Kalafina took in the inside of his condominium when he led her inside; taking notes on everything. How clean it was, how well and expensively decorated it was. She had seen all of this before, but it looked different, better, from the inside.
"Kalafina...?" She turned when she heard Agostinho's voice and flashed him a faint smile. He was standing over at the refrigerator as she still stood at the entryway and mindlessly looked around. "Kalafina, what are you doing here?"
"I don't want to talk about it," she said softly, walking towards him a few steps more. Rather than persisting, Agostinho simply nodded and began looking in the refrigerator.
"I haven't had dinner yet. Would you like something?" She heard him muttering something to himself, asking himself if angels even got hungry. She had to giggle, but decided not to tell him she was eavesdropping in on the conversation with himself.
"I don't want to impose though."
"Absurdo!" he exclaimed in response. "It's not imposing if I offer it to you. Now then, do you want General Tso's chicken or vegetable lo mein?"
"Huh?"
Agostinho came back from the fridge and chuckled. "Chinese food. General Tso's chicken is kind of spicy, where vegetable lo mein is lo mein with cabbage, carrots and a few other things..."
"Whichever you're having, that way it's less hassle for you."
He shrugged. "All it would be is placing the containers in the microwave." He showed her one of the packages; a single serving of the Chinese dishes. "So it's completely your choice." After a few minutes of contemplation, she told him she wanted the chicken. "Ah, bom seleção." After he spoke, he did as he said he would -- unwrapped the plastic from the packages and placed them in the microwave for ten minutes. "It'll be ready in a few minutes. Make yourself comfortable, anjo."
Kalafina turned a light shade of red when she realised he had just called her "angel" in Portuguese. It sounded...sexy. He sounded sexy, especially with that accent. Once she had recovered, she gave him a nod and sat down on the couch, glancing around at the embellishments in his home -- flowers, knick-knacks, and the odd horse statue on the television stand. "Kalafina, anjo. You can't tell me why you're back on Earth? I'm not in anymore danger, am I?"
"No," she replied. "You're safe, Agostinho. But..." As she trailed off, he approached her and sat down next to her. She felt dwarfed by him, but she tried not to let it show on her face. "Because you knew who I was, I am no longer your guardian. I'm no longer anyone's guardian."
"O que? What do you mean?"
"I've been exiled to Earth."
"Sério?" he questioned softly, looking over at her with concern. "All because of me?"
"No, not because of you...it wasn't your fault."
"Yes, it was." She looked up at him to hear his explanation. "I asked you to tell me who you were."
"And I told you," she replied, fiddling with a loose strong on her skirt. "And if I hadn't told you, things would still be the way they were." Agostinho watched her for a few more minutes, before the ding of the microwave signalled their meal was done.
"Let me go get dinner..." he said, ruffling her hair as he stood and headed back into the kitchen area.
Not finished though.
Agostinho found it impossble to blink, move, or do much of any damn thing. He looked down and saw the small girl with light-brown her between himself and his now ex-girlfriend, the knife that was in her chest, and Tasha's fingers curled around the handle. This felt like something out of a novel he had wrote, but it was real. One hundred percent real.
"Who are you?" Tasha questioned the girl, pulling the knfe out swiftly. He could tell she was angry that she was stopped in her attempt to kill him.
"None of your business," the girl responded softly in reply. He recognized the voice immediately. That was the angel that had visited him the other night. But she looked different; her hair was lighter, longer. He also realised how much he towered over her until now. Over a foot.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm not telling you!"
Tasha took a couple steps back when the girl shouted at her, but she still kept the scowl on her face. "Fine. If you want the Brazilian trash, have him."
As soon as she walked out of earshot, Agostinho grabbed the girl's shoulder and dragged her into a nearby shoe store. She was acting like nothing was wrong and that the hole in her chest and the red liquid leaking out of it was an accessory. "You're the girl from last night," he said softly. She didn't reply, nod or anything. All she did was blink. He looked into her eyes and gave her a faint smile. "Please, tell me your name."
"I can't."
"Please," he whispered again, his eyes wandering back down to the wound. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she said, smiling to herself a few seconds later as she added, "and so are you."
"I just want to know your name."
A few moments of silence passed before she said softly, "Kalafina."
Agostinho gasped to himself. Her name was even more beautiful than he had thought it would be. "Kalafina...Kalafina, can you tell me who you are? Or no?"
"No."
"Not even a little?"
"No, Agostinho."
"So you know my name?" he questioned. She nodded slowly in response. "How?" He had thought maybe he could've got an answer out of her that way, but it was no use. She didn't move a muscle or say a word. "Please. All I want to know is why you just took a knife to the heart for me."
More silence passed. It seemed like an eternity for Agostinho, but he knew it couldn't be that long. "I'm your guardian angel," she said. Her voice was so quiet he barely heard her over the noise of their environment. But he had; and what she had said sank in very quickly. "Please, Agostinho. I have to go before I get in trouble."
He gave her a swift nod, and brushed a few strands of hair away from her face before he pulled away from her. "Thank you, Kalafina. I appreciate it more than you will ever know."
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From later on. Kalafina gets sent back to Earth for good, since she told Agostinho she was his guardian angel.
Kalafina took in the inside of his condominium when he led her inside; taking notes on everything. How clean it was, how well and expensively decorated it was. She had seen all of this before, but it looked different, better, from the inside.
"Kalafina...?" She turned when she heard Agostinho's voice and flashed him a faint smile. He was standing over at the refrigerator as she still stood at the entryway and mindlessly looked around. "Kalafina, what are you doing here?"
"I don't want to talk about it," she said softly, walking towards him a few steps more. Rather than persisting, Agostinho simply nodded and began looking in the refrigerator.
"I haven't had dinner yet. Would you like something?" She heard him muttering something to himself, asking himself if angels even got hungry. She had to giggle, but decided not to tell him she was eavesdropping in on the conversation with himself.
"I don't want to impose though."
"Absurdo!" he exclaimed in response. "It's not imposing if I offer it to you. Now then, do you want General Tso's chicken or vegetable lo mein?"
"Huh?"
Agostinho came back from the fridge and chuckled. "Chinese food. General Tso's chicken is kind of spicy, where vegetable lo mein is lo mein with cabbage, carrots and a few other things..."
"Whichever you're having, that way it's less hassle for you."
He shrugged. "All it would be is placing the containers in the microwave." He showed her one of the packages; a single serving of the Chinese dishes. "So it's completely your choice." After a few minutes of contemplation, she told him she wanted the chicken. "Ah, bom seleção." After he spoke, he did as he said he would -- unwrapped the plastic from the packages and placed them in the microwave for ten minutes. "It'll be ready in a few minutes. Make yourself comfortable, anjo."
Kalafina turned a light shade of red when she realised he had just called her "angel" in Portuguese. It sounded...sexy. He sounded sexy, especially with that accent. Once she had recovered, she gave him a nod and sat down on the couch, glancing around at the embellishments in his home -- flowers, knick-knacks, and the odd horse statue on the television stand. "Kalafina, anjo. You can't tell me why you're back on Earth? I'm not in anymore danger, am I?"
"No," she replied. "You're safe, Agostinho. But..." As she trailed off, he approached her and sat down next to her. She felt dwarfed by him, but she tried not to let it show on her face. "Because you knew who I was, I am no longer your guardian. I'm no longer anyone's guardian."
"O que? What do you mean?"
"I've been exiled to Earth."
"Sério?" he questioned softly, looking over at her with concern. "All because of me?"
"No, not because of you...it wasn't your fault."
"Yes, it was." She looked up at him to hear his explanation. "I asked you to tell me who you were."
"And I told you," she replied, fiddling with a loose strong on her skirt. "And if I hadn't told you, things would still be the way they were." Agostinho watched her for a few more minutes, before the ding of the microwave signalled their meal was done.
"Let me go get dinner..." he said, ruffling her hair as he stood and headed back into the kitchen area.
Not finished though.