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Title: Angel of God
Author: beigehd / Kei
Pairing: Cookstro
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: There was a reason it keeps repeating in his head.
Word Count: 791
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure this never happened, although I can never be sure and I don't own them.
Author Notes: The first fanfic I've written for a long time and the very first Cookstro one-shot / fanfic I've written. Thanks a million to the lovely guiltfeeder / Jojo for beta-ing my fic.
Angel of God,
My guardian dear,
To whom God's love
Commits me here,
Ever this day,
Be at my side,
To light and guard,
To rule and guide.
Amen.
Those lines had been repeating itself in his mind for quite some time now - ever since the day started, actually. It was definitely not a song -- a prayer.
No, David Cook isn’t religious. He rarely prayed; he never goes to church; he doesn’t believe in God, saints, Jesus Christ, the Bible, and all of those things. He isn’t a religious person at all. Even so, he does know a couple of prayers; they were taught to him by his grandmother when he was a child. He had only uttered them a handful of times though, and probably forgot majority of them as he grew. So, it was very surprising that he remembered this one.
His eyes landed on a pair of bright, blue eyes; they were the bluest ones he had ever seen and they were beautiful - yes, undoubtedly beautiful. Then, he focused on the owner of these sapphire orbs.
It was a boy and the boy looked like perfection.
He looked like an angel (David believed in angels. He believed they existed, but not that strongly) - the most beautiful angel, at that. Hundreds of words synonymous to beautiful could be used to describe this man and would still not suffice. Well, perhaps he was a little exaggerated (not just a little, actually) but it was how he felt, at that moment. Yes, even a person like David Roland Cook experiences these sorts of feelings you would think only adolescent girls feel.
And this beautiful, unnamed boy walked slowly at his direction, approaching him, perhaps. David was glued to the floor as this happened, looking terribly… laughable; with eyes opened wide, sweat trailing down from his forehead, and abnormal breathing, his looked as if a car was accelerating towards him.
The blue-eyed boy who had dreadlocks (he noticed the dreads only now), stopped in front of him, flashed a gorgeous smile, and spoke. The boy asked for directions, in which David replied with an “I’m sorry, but I don’t know,” stammering a bit as he spoke. The boy chuckled, nodded, and then pranced away, leaving him dazed.
He continued to stare until all traces of the boy was gone - until even his shadow was out of sight. This was how David was when he was… enamored, when he was attracted to someone. Yes, David could seem and be quite creepy, at times; it’s part of his personality and even maybe his charm.
Alas, the boy was completely out of his sight. It may be the last time he’d see him, he realized, and such a sad truth that was. He gave off a sigh and looked down at the piece of plastic card which was abandoned for a couple of minutes. What was he supposed to do? Oh yes, his hotel room. He needed a nap, anyway.
It took him many minutes to reach his room. He mingled a bit with the other contestants, willing to forge a friendship in the midst of this competition. He met a few interesting people so far, and as much as he wanted to continue socializing, the weight of his luggage became annoying. He bid a farewell to the Australian man he’d been talking to and traveled to his room, which was still on the sixth floor.
The first sight that greeted him as the door opened was a slender man sprawled on the couch. Taking a nap, he concluded, smiling a bit at this scene. David’s eyes wandered around the room. Almost every piece of furniture here was black, white, gray or cream; a boringly-styled suite, as he originally expected.
The man squirmed a little and David thought that he was already awake. David, being the friendly person that he is, opened his mouth to greet his roommate but it seemed as if his roomie was still asleep. He chuckled, and sat down on the couch across the napping man. For lack of things to do, he stared at him.
“He looks familiar,” he whispered. It took him around 3 minutes before he realized just who he was. Yes, yes, he was the angel-like boy he encountered downstairs; the boy with those sparkling, breathtaking blue eyes.
His cheeks warmed at this realization. Then, after a few more blinks, he laughed at himself and shook his head in this humorous (for him, at least) incident that life has given him. He grinned wide and continued staring, this time memorizing -- or at least trying to -- every curve and detail the still-unnamed boy possessed.
And the prayer started again.
Angel of God, my guardian dear…
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Comments are very much loved. (:
Author: beigehd / Kei
Pairing: Cookstro
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: There was a reason it keeps repeating in his head.
Word Count: 791
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure this never happened, although I can never be sure and I don't own them.
Author Notes: The first fanfic I've written for a long time and the very first Cookstro one-shot / fanfic I've written. Thanks a million to the lovely guiltfeeder / Jojo for beta-ing my fic.
Angel of God,
My guardian dear,
To whom God's love
Commits me here,
Ever this day,
Be at my side,
To light and guard,
To rule and guide.
Amen.
Those lines had been repeating itself in his mind for quite some time now - ever since the day started, actually. It was definitely not a song -- a prayer.
No, David Cook isn’t religious. He rarely prayed; he never goes to church; he doesn’t believe in God, saints, Jesus Christ, the Bible, and all of those things. He isn’t a religious person at all. Even so, he does know a couple of prayers; they were taught to him by his grandmother when he was a child. He had only uttered them a handful of times though, and probably forgot majority of them as he grew. So, it was very surprising that he remembered this one.
His eyes landed on a pair of bright, blue eyes; they were the bluest ones he had ever seen and they were beautiful - yes, undoubtedly beautiful. Then, he focused on the owner of these sapphire orbs.
It was a boy and the boy looked like perfection.
He looked like an angel (David believed in angels. He believed they existed, but not that strongly) - the most beautiful angel, at that. Hundreds of words synonymous to beautiful could be used to describe this man and would still not suffice. Well, perhaps he was a little exaggerated (not just a little, actually) but it was how he felt, at that moment. Yes, even a person like David Roland Cook experiences these sorts of feelings you would think only adolescent girls feel.
And this beautiful, unnamed boy walked slowly at his direction, approaching him, perhaps. David was glued to the floor as this happened, looking terribly… laughable; with eyes opened wide, sweat trailing down from his forehead, and abnormal breathing, his looked as if a car was accelerating towards him.
The blue-eyed boy who had dreadlocks (he noticed the dreads only now), stopped in front of him, flashed a gorgeous smile, and spoke. The boy asked for directions, in which David replied with an “I’m sorry, but I don’t know,” stammering a bit as he spoke. The boy chuckled, nodded, and then pranced away, leaving him dazed.
He continued to stare until all traces of the boy was gone - until even his shadow was out of sight. This was how David was when he was… enamored, when he was attracted to someone. Yes, David could seem and be quite creepy, at times; it’s part of his personality and even maybe his charm.
Alas, the boy was completely out of his sight. It may be the last time he’d see him, he realized, and such a sad truth that was. He gave off a sigh and looked down at the piece of plastic card which was abandoned for a couple of minutes. What was he supposed to do? Oh yes, his hotel room. He needed a nap, anyway.
It took him many minutes to reach his room. He mingled a bit with the other contestants, willing to forge a friendship in the midst of this competition. He met a few interesting people so far, and as much as he wanted to continue socializing, the weight of his luggage became annoying. He bid a farewell to the Australian man he’d been talking to and traveled to his room, which was still on the sixth floor.
The first sight that greeted him as the door opened was a slender man sprawled on the couch. Taking a nap, he concluded, smiling a bit at this scene. David’s eyes wandered around the room. Almost every piece of furniture here was black, white, gray or cream; a boringly-styled suite, as he originally expected.
The man squirmed a little and David thought that he was already awake. David, being the friendly person that he is, opened his mouth to greet his roommate but it seemed as if his roomie was still asleep. He chuckled, and sat down on the couch across the napping man. For lack of things to do, he stared at him.
“He looks familiar,” he whispered. It took him around 3 minutes before he realized just who he was. Yes, yes, he was the angel-like boy he encountered downstairs; the boy with those sparkling, breathtaking blue eyes.
His cheeks warmed at this realization. Then, after a few more blinks, he laughed at himself and shook his head in this humorous (for him, at least) incident that life has given him. He grinned wide and continued staring, this time memorizing -- or at least trying to -- every curve and detail the still-unnamed boy possessed.
And the prayer started again.
Angel of God, my guardian dear…
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Comments are very much loved. (: