Escuro: ...It's been awhile since I've written anything. My computer crashed and I really haven't had much will to write since then...My friend and I started challenging each other to write things again so...this is what came of it. It's weird and awkwardly written but I think it's okay...I hope you do too.
Warnings: Weird ramblings from Dark's POV...There is also very light Dark/Daisuke hints thrown there...If you don't like that just leave now.
Disclaimer: I don't own DNAngel. Never have, never will.
Enjoy.
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AnOmaLy
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If I was to use one word to describe him I don't think I could come up with anything good. With all the words that come to mind, not one can fit him right. I know him inside out and god knows how much of a hold he has over me...
He'll look at me sometimes you know? Bright red eyes, glinting like rubies with all the innocence of a child's essence. Those eyes ask the same questions that I can never seem to answer but he shrugs and understands and lets his curiosity wait for another day when maybe, just maybe, I'll slip a little more of myself out to him. He's smart like that. Those naive red eyes hide that fact from many. He can read a person better than most and knows what to say to make things as right as he can and he tries and admires me with those bright red eyes and I can barely understand why someone so imperfectly flawless could possibly want to be like me.
He's thin and frail. So frail that when I look at him I worry sometimes because there will come a day when the pains of the world will hit him hard and I know (with a broken smirk) that I won't be here long enough to see him try and face it. I want to see. I want to see and protect and laugh and smile and hold him forever as long as it means I could keep him away from the world a little longer.
But he's strong and quick. Lithe body trained from birth able to avoid and leap and nearly fly with speed and agility to escape the many burdens that come with being in my profession. And though he swears he doesn't like it, the adrenaline rush that comes from a chase always excites his mind. He is the beauty in imperfection, the desire born from want. He opens my mind and my thoughts and lets me feel like maybe I'd have a chance to break the curse that burdens us both and maybe I could finally hold him and not just pretend to know the feeling of his skin or the taste of his words.
In my world of magic and flight and beauty and greed...he is my anchor.
He is everything and in that same sense he can be nothing to me.
I really truly can't put him into words...and I honestly don't mind.
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: anomaly: ( noun )- something anomalous; something different, abnormal, peculiar, or not easily classified :