brick walls & window sills ➴ phan au
dan loves silence. the hushed or unspoken words and vivid colours filled the every corner of his cobwebbed brain, he could live with his own thoughts for hours on end. he loves art, thinking, all sorts of quiet. especially when he can think endlessly about one pair of special deep, dappled, blue eyes, cold and piercing yet soft and forgiving. phil lester's eyes in fact, but sometimes, even the most beautiful masterpieces crumble and fade away.
phil wasn't very artistic but he loved the sky, it lights up during a fiery sunset like a special pair of eyes he thought about daily. ones that blazed bright and warm when he was happy, cold and lurid when he was sad. the sunset fit that person's personality, somewhat iridescent. in some light he was pastel, the feeling nice, calm, warm, beautiful really. but in darker times, he was a complete mystery. it only escaped his caged body through the 'windows to his soul', his pretty, restless eyes. dan howell's calm chocolate brown eyes.
broken cds, scribbled sheet music, radio clocks that read midnight, brick walls, and window sills. just the little things, the most important things, the things that mattered, like phil. phil was to dan as dan was to phil. inseparable. caring. kind. beautiful. a mystery.
dan and phil have been attending college, a confusing place as it is, but even more when someone you knew for years talks to you one day. it's literal heaven.
follows both dan and phil. + based in 2015-? but dan is 20 and phil is 22. (lowercase intended btw) (vv random and emo)
please don't steal my ideas (you can of course use some ideas but tag me in them,, don't steal kids :) ) or create "remakes" of my story and sorry if it seems as though i've copied any of yours or someone else's. also, mature rating only for strong mature language, mentions of anxiety, cutting, depression, assault/bullying, panic attacks, and minor sexual content. if these listed are triggering please do not read or read at caution