phil jerked back.
dan bit his lip.
dan was beautiful.
his skin was tanned and smooth; his eyes were delicate and a deep caramel brown.
his lips were full and soft.
his cheekbones sharp.
but that wasn't all.
dan's face was littered with large, black bruises and deep, bleeding cuts; his swollen eyes were fearful and phil felt his heart break.
he saw long and deep scratch marks leading down from his neck, the rest of the damage concealed by his clothes.
the skin was ripped and violently red.
phil's hand was still on dan's shoulder and he gripped it tightly.
"dan," his voice was calm, "who did this to you?"
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trees // phan
FanfictionI WROTE THIS A YEAR AGO; APOLOGIES FOR THE SHITTY WRITING AND THE CRINGE i know where you stand silent in the trees and that's where i am silent in the trees why won't you speak where i happen to be silent in the trees standing cowardly
