#clearbottled

HAND. HIM. OVER.

Familiar path was taken step after step on the pavement - but first-an alleyway seemed to call his name. Blood dressed up in a pinstripe suit was taken without a second thought. A delusion to be kind told him that the man spoke of the blood-taking be welcome. A moment of fate between the food and its consumer. Alastor knew he couldn't be too proud - ignoring thirst would only end poorly. He drank deeply until he felt the stranger pass out in his arms. It was barely enough.

"Apologies," he muttered to the business man.

With a few more minutes, he recognised where he was, the storefront and décor. He was simply thankful that his thoughts were now strung together.

A soft smile was held in blood-stained lips.

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She blushed, when he called her cute. Although Nunnally was not the one to usually care about her appearance, she wanted to look pretty for Jeremiah. It was a new feeling for her, the one that she did not fully understand, but it made her feel oddly excited...and happy.  Her excitement became even greater, when Jeremiah simply accepted her request to become her partner for the Valentine’s Day. As if it was the most natural thing for her to ask, and the most natural thing for him to agree. Nunnally was standing there leaning on the doorframe uncertain what to do.

Well, she knew perfectly well what she wanted to do, but was that something she could do?

A moment passed, then another one and then one more. Then suddenly a fair-haired girl made her mind, and quickly approached Jeremiah hugging him again and hiding her face in his chest.

“I am so happy you agreed.” – she whispered – “You are the best thing that happened to me…since…since a log time ago…” – ( “Perhaps even since I was actually adopted. Most of my life I have been a disappointment and a failure…” )

And then she stood up on her toes and placed a gentle quick kiss on his cheek; her lips barely touched his skin, but it was definitely a kiss.

( “Am I starting to feel something for him? Something that I should not? I do not know…I do not care…I just want this moment to last for a bit longer…” )

She pulled away quickly as if frightened for what she had done, but Nunnally was not going to apologize.

“Let’s have some tea, then.” – she said still too ashamed to look at Jeremiah.

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“N-no…there is nothing wrong…” – she said hesitantly; Nunnally did not want to annoy Jeremiah with her question, but she was more and more confused that she felt nothing but human vibes from him. That was bothering her recently and it became more and more difficult to brush it off. But his calm reply, no confusion visible on his face made her sigh in relief. She must have been all wrong. Perhaps certain sorts of angels were meant to give the human vibes only.

“I…I mean you looked a bit distant recently...a bit not like yourself.” – it was not exactly the true, but she could not come up with anything better suited for the excuse. And she simply could not tell him she was a demon. A demon sensing him being a human – “I guess you were busy.”

“And…and I was missing you…I guess that is all…I am so sorry for troubling you…”

She did not want to be clingy. She felt slightly bad for asking him for so much, but he was her guardian angel. He told her that, so he should take care of her, right?. Nunnally had already decided she believed Jeremiah. She wanted it to be the truth so much that she had chosen to ignore the tiny puzzles that did not fit to the picture she (and he) created. And Nunnally had been doing that all her life, ignoring things that were not fitting the picture she wanted to see.

When he patted her head, she was actively looking for his touch, almost pressing her head against his palm. Nunnally was feeling lonely most of her life, and Jeremiah was a promise that it might change. At least somewhat.

“I…I promise I will not look at you like that too often. I know…I know I cannot be selfish.” – only she knew how much it cost her to actually say these words to him. She wanted to be selfish, she wanted to be only one he guarded – “I cannot distract you from your duties for the whole humanity.” – oh, as if she cared about the others; but it should have been said, shouldn’t it? And she did not want to make Jeremiah sad or worried.

“You forgot to tell me how can I call you if I need you…when you leave…” – she added; Nunnally really wanted to know how to do that. She needed to. She was not the one to lose him.

Nunnally was amazed. The girl was simply enchanted by how the man talked. With every moment she spent with him, she wanted to believe his story was true. She wanted him to be her guardian angel, but she was still hesitant to believe it. She had been hurt too many times to believe things like guardian angels.

“But Santa Claus does not exist…” – she burst into laughter – “It’s just a story humans tell their children to behave. Or at least I must have been a very naughty girl as he never visited me.” – she said it cheerfully and these remarks did not include the hint of hesitation that was present in her voice before. Yes, she could easily believe in angles and demons. In fact, she was one.

“Not sure if the meaning of lilies really suits me..” – she started to laugh even more – “Perhaps apart from the rebirth…I metaphorically experienced it in my life.”

Jeremiah was so fun to be with. He knew so much. He was interested in the things she liked. The meanings of flowers. The meaning of things. Of names.

“Tell me Jeremiah…” - she finally asked – “How old are you?” – Nunnally did not find this question odd. She almost wanted to share her real age with him. To tell him who she really was. But would he stay then? Did the likes like her deserved a guardian angel?

Suddenly her cheerful mood disappeared: --

“How am I going to contact you when you disappear? If you are the only Angel, you’ll not be able to be by my side all the time. Will you be coming and going?” – "yes, it was too beautiful to be true…but at least they’d enjoy the fair together…that still better than nothing…" - the smile slowly came back on her lips even if she hoped she’d be given the way...to contact him…if she needed…