phan one shots

stained glass

Summary: Dan finds a boy with anxious words and pretty eyes in an empty church.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: anxiety

Stained glass.

It had to be the prettiest kind of glass there was, if Dan were to choose from them.

There was only one place he knew that had windows of stained glass, collecting the warmth of the sunlight and turned it into waves of bursting color, shadowed into gentle rainbows and flowers across the floor, and across his eyes, normally a plain brown, but lighting up as soon as those pieces of soaked glass caught in their depths.

He wasn't a religious person, but the empty church about fifteen minutes from his house was one of his favorite places.

It was the only place where stained glass lined every wall, and the air smelled of whispers and morning light. It almost felt as if the air would shatter if you spoke too loudly. There was a special kind of quiet that existed there, and only there. A certain kind of atmosphere. He longed for it, that great contrast in comparison to the loud, jeering hallways of school, the rushed strangers he passed in his every day life. He longed for the stillness of it. As though just for this moment, time had frozen. For once time was waiting for him. Waiting until he was ready to break the silence. Until he was ready to live.

It was something out of a dream, a movie in which the protagonist found shelter and comfort in secret gardens, and magical worlds hidden behind walls that slid open.

Never ever would Dan imagine he would be gifted with such solace, but he was grateful for it.

Grateful that his chest, which had been constricting into a suffocatingly tight box to hold all of his screams for the entire day finally eased with relief as the double doors came into sight.

Grateful that his muscles immediately relaxed when his fingers curled around the cool golden handle, and a warm burst of air escaped, fanning out across his cheekbones.

Grateful for the welcoming silence, like open arms waiting to embrace him. His body worn down with exhaustion, lulled into contentment by this quiet world that was all his own.

All his own.

Or maybe not.

Was that a...was that a person?

As Dan walked down the long aisles, the sound of his footsteps echoing back at him, his eyes dancing over the ceiling and the rows of empty seats, his gaze fell on the back of an ebony haired head.

A boy clearly.

All dressed up in bright colors, his bag slung to the side, a display of galaxies and supernovas. Thin stature, chin angled towards the windows.

The stained glass windows.

His legs were pulled into his chest, fingers laced around his knees, and Dan could just barely make out the soft curve of his candy colored lips.

Pretty.

Dan could tell he was pretty just be studying his side profile.

But at the sound of his timid footsteps, he turned his head and...

Holy shit.

He had to be the prettiest boy Dan had ever seen. He was pale. His skin a soft, sugar white, smooth and seamless, and he couldn't help but wonder, if he touched it, would it leave an imprint, like his feet upon fresh snow? His hair was a shock of silky black spilling around his ears, tousled above his long lashes, the sun filtered through the colored windows painting his sharp cheekbones and the dip of his graceful jawline in splattered paint. His eyes were a deep, stunning blue. Breath taking sapphire jewels, oceans of gently hushing waves, sparkling with hues of sunshine yellow and greens. His Adam's apple, prominent against his delicate neck, bobbed in his throat at Dan's approach. He didn't seem to be expecting company, as his muscles immediately tensed.