When Phil crossed the forcefield and stepped beside Dan, he dropped his bag and untied the leather straps sealing it. He passed the pot to Dan and asked him to fill it with water. Sensing that Phil wasn't in the mood to talk and answer questions, he didn't bother to ask where the bag and pot came from. He simply filled the pot and placed three eggs inside it and placed the pot on the fire, allowing them to boil. After nearly twenty minutes of waiting, Dan carefully took out the eggs, scalding his hands in the process. Then he peeled the shells off the eggs and handed two to Phil. Dan ate one egg whole and when Phil finished one and a half, he gave the last half egg to Dan. Dan speedily ate it and then asked Phil if it would be weird if he went to wash in the stream. Phil shook his head and said he would just nap while Dan washed.
"There's soap in my old bag, and probably some spare clothes for you to borrow," said Phil, lying down on the ground, using a patch of grass as a pillow. Dan thanked his friend and stripped down to his boxers, taking them off when he was submerged in the deepest area of the stream. It was almost a river in depth and width, but for some reason they referred to it as a stream. Dan took the soap from the bank and washed himself all over, feeling somehow happy for the luxury of a lather of cleanliness on his skin. Covering his chest with his hands, Dan called Phil from his sleep and asked him if he had anything to dry himself with. Phil shook his head but told him to wait a few seconds. Dan turned around and when he turned around, Phil had left his own shirt by the bank and the pale boy was silently shivering. Dan quickly stepped up and covered his bottom half with the shirt before stepping into a tracksuit which Phil had left out for him. He handed Phil the shirt he had left out and said he would just wear the one he had dried with when it had become less damp. Phil pulled the shirt over his head while Dan quickly washed his old outfit in the stream, and hung them up on a tree to dry.
Dan sat beside Phil, self conscious of his stomach and chest, covering himself as much as possible with his arms and hands. Phil pulled his arms down and assured Dan he was perfect as he was.
"Your body is the only body you have ever had and will ever have, Dan. I don't think you realise how you look to other people because you are so used to yourself. You're perfect"
Phil added at the end,
"No homo though" Dan tensed at the last words and pushed his shoulders back, coughing.
"I don't know if this is the - the right time but, I'm em, I'm pan, pansexual. I hope this doesn't make this, awkward or anything sorry."
"Dan it's all fine, I won't judge you about anything, you're perfect like I said, homo or not," Dam chuckled at the last three words and pushed Phil over, Phil jumping at him and pushing him back. Phil ended up on top of Dan, tickling him and poking his cheeks. Phil then tripped a bit and pushed one arm to the ground, pushing Dan's fringe back.
"Perfect, and by the way, yes homo" Dan looked up confusedly at Phil when Phil suddenly leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Shocking Phil, Dan kissed him back and moved their lips against each other, Dan's hand tangling in Phil's hair. Phil dropped his arms to press his chest against Dan's, and when they stopped kissing, Phil rolled onto his back and snuggled into Dan's bare chest, falling asleep almost instantly.
Dan dreamed of a quiet seaside house where he was safe from all his demons, and realised the next morning that Phil was the ocean that protected him.
Phil dreamed happily about his banishment for once, as it had led him to Dan. If he believed in fate, he would have thought his dream had been about fate.
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Strangers In A Wood | Phan A U
Random"It was like a world of ghosts that had been wrapping themselves around Phil's throat had suddenly evaporated, and he could breathe again" A Fantasy A.U. set in an old-world, magical version of England.
