DISCLAIMER- don't own Snitch(Danny) or Skittery(Isaac), that's Disney's, and Disney Channel belongs to... well, Disney. I semi own the Apple computer, but that's mostly my wonderful parents'. -rolls eyes, snickering- Anywho, enjoy!
My Angel
He's my angel. My dark eyed, innocent angel, with sticky fingers and a talent to use them. He's my thief, my snitch. But he doesn't know that, yet. He's still a child inside, still sheltered from the pain of love, a six-year-old in an eighteen-year-old body.
I watch him now from across the room of our shared dorm, the sounds of the news and of his music soft in the background. He glances away from the Apple computer screen in front of him, briefly, toward me, a shy smile slowly working it's way across his naive face, until his eyes crinkle and his endearingly large teeth can be seen from between his full lips.
He turns his gaze to the TV for an instant, the smile falling away as pictures and sounds of war, death, and hate flash across the screen. His brow furrows and his lips purse, eyes shooting back to his computer, to his world of eternity.
"I really wish you wouldn't watch that, Isaac. It's so depressing." He says, his tone slightly hurt. We've had this conversation before, and it always turns out the same.
"Life's depressing, Danny. You just have the ability to see past it usually." The channel is changed anyway, to Disney. I see the corners of his mouth quirk in slight amusement, and I know that I'm forgiven for the time being, and that is enough to hold me.
I'm content in just watching him for now. But one day, when he's older, I'll tell him. And we'll see what happens from there. No matter what, though, he'll always be my angel. My shining light. My angel sent to brighten my life.
My eternity. My destiny. My angel.
My Danny.
Awe, how sweet. Now! Review! You know you want to...