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This is a fan fiction based on @lero-eroo 's βA New Beginning,β which he told me I could continue because he wasn't going to. Although I can happily take the fic and develop it myself, I won't until he gives me full approval. Also, some of the names are NOT canon in Go3, as the only names they had specify were βProf. Anthony J. Crowley,β βAsa Fell,β and βEric.β Thank you!
The scent of the boiling milk is something I remember vividly. In that moment, I worried about the tough time I would have while cleaning the pot, but none of that was concerning when I understood whom I was making it for. He and I met in the bookshop, yes, but our relationship escalated in the restaurant βGive Me Wine or Give Me Life.β Strange name, I thought at first, but it all made incredible sense once you knew Mikaela, which had been following our relationship closely, much like Eric. All those people knew and appreciated us, and my husband's antics too. His students, mostly, came to visit him after his retirement exactly because of that.
β Asa, my love,β I heard him speak out from the living room, in which his desk provided a strange sense of comfort for both. β could you check if there's any more pens? β
β Yes, let me just finish this. β Replying, I took two cups and served a fair amount in each, then put the pot away.
Weirdly, I stared at the pot, then at our mugs. Something did not quite match; it was out of space, I imagined. His dark red cup, my white mug, and the pot with overly boiled milk. It was not a dΓ©jΓ vΓΊ, rather a jamais vΓΊ. But, I thought to myself, I have this sorts of βcallingsβ all the times, what makes this one different?
β Asa? β Anthony called out, having stood the whole moment by the door in the kitchen with a quirked eyebrow. β Are you okay? β
β Yes, β I mumbled. β everything is okay. Just got a little out of it. β
With three long strides, Anthony was already by my side, grabbing his cup from his hands in that gentle manner I loved. It was like a βI love you, but this is mineβ gesture. I could feel his gaze boring into me with force, which I met with my own gaze. He smiled.
β There you are. β He teased. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his comment. β There's my lovely husband, the light of my lifeββ
β Anthony, stop, you're going to make me fall. β I scolded as the man wrapped his arms around me. He did not seem to mind the fact that my coat was white, and that his cup was spilling, but I did.
" Come on, angel! β He laughed, but I froze.
That was the real DΓ©jΓ Entendu, the real enigma. The concept βangelβ I was sure I had heard before somewhere, either with my parents or in college, but it did not feel distant, it felt standoffish. He stopped when he saw me frown, probably thinking I was upset for not listening to him, but I stopped him before he could get the sentence our of his mouth;
β Where did you take that from? The nickname, I mean. β I questioned, to which he scrunched his nose and tried to recall our conversation, then jolted softly in understanding.
β Oh, yes. βAngel.β I don't know, it just came to mind, I guess. β He commented, releasing me and putting his cup away in the counter. But I knew he ould tell I was dozed off in thought, he just did not want to admit it.
I left my drink in the counter along with his, giving him an apologetic squeeze in the hand before leaving to our shared bedroom. I heard his sigh, that undeniable adorable yet heart clenching sigh. I was not mad at him at all, I simply needed time, not to think, but to search. And so I did. I sat by the desk, immediately searching and taking information on whatever I could find with the concept βangel.β And then, I saw it; a news story that read βSurreal Story; Israel.β
" A clue. β I murmured to myself, scrolling through the site and reading carefully as to not miss any detail.
The news talked about a man who claimed he saw βa magnificent beingβ with βthree times the size of a human in wings,β but of course no one believed him. I did not believe him myself. But for more bizarre than it sounded, I felt like this was the right path. So, I clicked the full interview and when it finished I repeated it.
I repeated it again, and again, and again, until I felt my lids get heavy with tiredness, and then I heard it; the last 30 seconds of the interview.
β Mr. Furtado, what can you tell us about this creature? β The reporter questioned lazily at the man, who looked like he was in the verge of frustration.
The man himself had long eye bags and greying hair. It was hard to believe a man whose appearance screamed βbelieve me or I will fall down the stairs.β
β I am telling you, it had six wings, with eyes all over them, and an eye with.. with rings surrounding it! β He half yelled, gesturing his hands around as if to proof a nonexistent point.
β Fur, stop it! β Another man joined as the previous spoke, shaking his head apologetically at the reporter. β My apologies, he's just a bit out of it. β
And then, the video ended. The description the man had given was close to what my mind had processed when Anthony called me that, previously, which was weird considering the fact that there was no actual description or definition for the word.
Oh, forget it. What were we going to do in the cottage, anyway?
β My love, β I announced as I went downstairs. β we're going to Hampshire. β
β WHAT?! β I heard him shout from his spot on the couch. β That is in the other side of England, Asa! β
" I know, I know. But I might have found a clue to something I'm researching and the only person who can explain it is in Hampshire. β I explained.
β Research? What research? You despise researching. Besides I have three PhDs, whatever you need to ask, you can ask me. β He muttered, trying to sound nonchalant and failing miserably.
β Anthony J. Crowley, β I begun, and he turned his head slowly my way. β we are going to Hampshire tomorrow morning and you are going to like it. β
I could see the reluctance in his face, but I also saw the hint of respect. It was rare for me to take such tone, even for myself, and I cannot deny that every time I had to take that tone, I felt nervous. But at least he had silently agreed.
This was going to be strange. Weirdly, gleefully strange.
Thank you so much for reading it to here! I really hope there's no misunderstandings here. I'm trying to be as vague as possible with the characters, but if you have any questions or theories, you're welcome to ask me anonymously or publicly! Again, thank you, @lero-eroo, for letting me use your fanfic to shape my own.
