angels | phan

two

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"Phil, cut it out!"

Phil's laughter echoed through the empty flat, as Dan squirms underneath him.

Dan's laughter would also come back as Phil's fingers ran down his sides slowly and carefully, like a predator stalking its prey.

"Is someone..." Phil trails off and glances away with a raised brow , going silent to build tension, before his head snaps back to Dan. "Ticklish?!"

"Y-You know-..I am, y-you ass-..hole" Dan would get out between his laughs, the shimmering in his deep, brown eyes showing Phil how happy he actually was.

Phil would innocently hum.

"I know where you're ticklish, Howell. I must say, I have the upper hand here" He grins down to Dan, who just lay under his grasp, on the wooden floor.

"Phiiil" Dan would whine out, "Let me up, we have to keep bringing our boxes in."

Phil huffs.

"Why should I?"

"Because you love me?" Dan cocks his brow.

It was now Phil's turn to complain, dramatically rolling off of Dan and onto the floor beside him.

"I was just tryna have fun." he grumbles into the floor.

Dan laughs again, staying in his spot on the ground right by Phil's side.

"Y'know..." Dan starts.

Phil would raise his head slightly, glancing to Dan, showing he would listen to whatever nonsense he probably wanted to spill.

"It's weird." Dan rests his hands on his lower stomach, with his fingers intertwined, staring aimlessly at the roof. Phil would press his lips together, his arms now supporting his head from underneath.

"I mean...we're weird. Our bond is...weird."

Phil's eyes head shoots up at the statement and his eyes are wide, he didn't know what would come next.

'Is he breaking up with me?'

'Is he actually straight?'

'Is he secretly a member of a cult that will come and kill us once they know about our relationship?'

There he goes again, Phil with his overactive imagination, freaking himself out.

Dan doesn't really notice the sudden panic coursing through Phil's body.

Phil would take a deep breath, "Right? Go on?"

Dan let's out a quiet "hmm," which doesn't really help the irrational thoughts and fears running laps around his common sense.

"I was taught that white winged Angels, like you, were selfish, rude, and liars"

"Well that's not true!" Phil blurts, causing Dan to turn his head slightly, a smile on his face.

"I know that now." He reassures.

"And what were you taught about us black winged Angels?" Dan quizzes, a curious look plastered onto his face.

Phil glances around, wanting to look at anything but Dan.

In an empty apartment, that wasn't so easy, so he answered the question asked.

"That you're egotistical, evil, outcasts"  Phil sighs.

"And do you think that's true?" Dan retorts.

"What? No! No, not at all!"

"Exactly." Dan looks back up at the roof, a smile being brought back to his lips, showing Phil one of his dimples.

"We were taught to hate eachother, taught that the other was evil, but realistically, we're all angels. We all have emotions." Dan rambles on a little more about how he wishes everything in heaven would be the way it used to be, acceptance no matter the colour of your wings, blah blah blah.

Phil couldn't focus.

That was until Dan said, "But look at us. Two Angels with different coloured wings, brought up differently, not only are we close, but to be dating? Maybe we're the first." Again, Dan rambles on.

Phil scoffs, "I doubt it Dan, I'm sure a black winged Angel and white winged Angel have been together before."

"But two guys?"

Phil simply rolls his eyes.

"C'mon, I'll move out again if you don't help me with these boxes"

Dan whines, yet reaches his arm out, for Phil to yank him up. "You're so lazy."

"I know,"