Rodrio's Flower

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“…That is fine. I guess.”

Nonetheless, if this person did provide him a chance to escape, then Hades would not insult his savior too badly (though the temptation was great). He opened his mouth. to speak and as always, his words were cold. “Perhaps you should be more aware of your surroundings. You’re so loud.” Her “screech” managed to cause him to wince, actually.

      ❝Oh- yes, let me see…!❞

   As silently as she could, Agasha stepped closer before carefully reaching out again. Brushing the tips of her fingers against the stone wall, she blindly searched for his ties, until finally she found what she had looked for.

   The knots were tighty, a strange tingling sensation spreading through her fingers whenever she touched the ties, yet not thinking much of it, the girl continued to undo them. And, after a few moments of struggling, she had at least gotten the man’s hands free. That was a start, no?

     ❝So, uhm... what is your name?❞

She was just leaving the Pope’s chamber; it was quite dark but the Vulpecula bronze saint could see the light at the entrance. She could also sense someone nearby, right outside of the chamber. Was it an enemy? No, they would be way stronger than this. Who was trying to trepass? Maeko began to feel nervous; she may have to fight, but just then, she caught a young girl poking her head through. Her yelp caused her to jump in surprise.

      ❝U-uhm... I was here to deliver flowers to the pope, and then...❞

There was something amiss. A war, a holy war, was coming and they had to deal with it with the intention of victory on their side. Who knows what could happen and how many casualties would be dealt. Even Manigoldo wouldn’t set his own hopes up that he’d survive–though he was planning on not dying until a particular mission had succeeded. 

Manigoldo was soon taken by surprise at the look of sincerity in the flower girl’s eyes. Violet eyes widened as lips made a surprised curve. And then he couldn’t help but grin softly at her words of encouragement.

   When Manigoldo spoke, it was the girl’s turn to smile at him, nodding in agreement. Even if many others did not believe in what he said, Agasha did. Aside from rumors, she didn’t know anything about the enemies, yet there was no way that they could be as strong as Sanctuary’s saints. And much less Athena!

      ❝Mh! And we will help you.❞

   To the florist, there was no doubt about that; no matter how sceptical some people were of Sanctuary’s ability to protect them, the young woman knew her townsmen well. If there really was a war, they would do their utmost to support the goddess and her saints.

   His question startled her however, the girl not having expect the Saint to offer such a thing. Especially not since she thought that he considered her presence as bothersome - had she been too quickly to judge again? Somehow the florist girl couldn’t help but to wonder, if all Gold Saints were this difficult to understand.

      ❝Ah- no, It would be my honour!❞

   To think she had called out so nonchalantly to him! The thought made the girl wish she could rewind time and undo what had been done, but seeing how she sadly couldn’t, she stepped in front of him in a mixture of bafflement and embarrassement.

     ❝A-Ah, uhm... I am delivering flowers to the Pope! They are ordered from us every week.❞

   Her voice was much more timid than before, Agasha fidgeting around with the bouquet in her hands as she explained the reason for her visit to the sanctuary. However, as sheepish as she was, the florist couldn’t help her curiousity once again, returning her green eyes to the faint traces of blood on his face.

He was just so blissful, thinking of his little victory and staring down the girl still with an unbearably heavy smirk. He wondered if it irritated her. If she could feel it and get irritated. He hoped so. He really did.

And Manigoldo’s smirk died a little from disappointment. He had hoped Agasha would have been flustered still, but his violet orbs quickly followed her outstretched hand. “So that’s where he usually hides away at?” He scoffed to himself, feeling a little amused.

However, his attention was brought back towards Agasha when she spoke again. His eyes widened slightly at her worried expression, having not expected that. Manigoldo’s surprise faded, his expression went lethargic as eyes dropped and apathetic. 

   Agasha was quiet for a moment, fingers unconciously smootheing out her dress as her own gaze dropped as well, before she replied in a voice that was quieter than before.

    ❝A bit, yes...❞

   There was no reason to lie, especially since he’d probably be able to see right through her. She was scared by the thought of a potential war like the rumors had been telling, like anyone else was too. Only a fool wouldn’t be, and while the brunette was naive at time, she certainly wasn’t that dewy-eyed.

    However, she knew that they weren’t alone, and when the young woman looked back up at the saint, her expression was strangely serious, eyes filled with determination and sincerity.

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“Let’s see how fast you can run.”

“That’s a lot of hair.”

“Who are you, and how did you find me?”

“What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be?”

“I am a despicable human being.”

“Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me.”

“Did I ever tell you I’ve got a thing for brunettes?”

“I don’t know why, but overall it just smells like the color brown.”

“You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? It could ruin my whole reputation.”

“Why would you ask such a ridiculous question?”

“I want a castle.”

“Mother knows best.”

“You should know that this is the strangest thing I’ve ever done.”

“I’m just teasing, you’re adorable.”

“I have made the decision to trust you.”

“Stay calm. It can probably smell fear.”

“That’s the funny thing about birthdays, they’re kind of an annual thing.”

“This is kind of an off-day for me, this doesn’t normally happen.”

“You know, I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here.”

“You know how I hate the mumbling…”

“Let’s turn around and get you home.”

“Great. Now I’M the bad guy.”

“You know how I feel about the mumbling.”

“I have a big surprise!”

“I’m just very interested in your hair and the magical qualities that it possesses.”

“The world is dark and selfish and cruel.”

What a fun girl to toy with!

   She couldn’t see his face (and gods knew she didn’t want to), yet the flowergirl was absolutely positive that Manigoldo was grinning smugly, probably being awefully pleased about having won their battle of words. The brunette definitely would get back at him, somehow. Gold Saint or not.

   Finally they reached the borders of the small town, Agasha stopping just outside the city gate. By now her face had (hopefully) regained its original colour again, and so she turned around to look at the man again. One hand outstretched, she pointed to a small hill just outside town, where the Pisces Saint often could be found - at least from her experience.

      ❝Albafica-sama should be just there, below the olive trees.❞

   Only now it occured to the florist, that the reason why Manigoldo was looking for the other saint might be of unsettling nature, and when she met the warrior’s eyes, her expression was worried.

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   Agasha had no idea how she had ended up down here, but at least she wasn’t alone - that was already a reassuring thought. Together they could surely get out of here, no?

      ❝Where are you? I will try to come over...!❞

   While she spoke, the brunette was already making her way into the general direction, from which she thought the voice had come from. Hands outstretched in the dark she crossed the space step by insecure step, until suddenly her fingertips brushed against something else than stone - something living.

    ❝Hyeeh!❞

   A rather strange sound, somewhere between a yelp and a screetch left her lips at the sudden contact, making her jump back in surprise, before realising that the ‘thing’ before her was probably the man that had spoken before. Luckily it was too dark as though he could have seen her embarrassed face, now flushed a bright shade of red, judging by the warmth of her cheeks.

   Agasha didn’t know much about his entire war - most villagers didn’t. Yet, she had heard rumors. Terrifying rumors... this man, he couldn’t possibly be...?

   When Hades moved his hands, the girl flinched, expecting an attack of some sort. After all, she had seen how Minos could bring great damage with only small movements - who said, this person couldn’t do the same? However, nothing happened, the ravenhaired instead turning away, seemingly wanting to leave.

   Of course Agasha knew, that she wouldn’t be able to do anything; she wasn’t a fighter and didn’t have any great abilities like the saints did. And yet, she couldn’t simply stand by and let someone dangerous leave without at least trying to stop him, and so her body acted before she even had the time to reconsider. Dashing at him, the brunette stepped in front of the god (a fact which was, still, unknown to her), spreading her arms to block his way.