The Sun On My Chest (dan x phil)

Forming and Changing Youth

The sun. Ever sense Dan was a born he had a large marking of a sun on his chest. It grew and shrank as he grew older but it was always there. Dan didn't quite know what it meant, if his soulmate liked the outdoors, warm weather, the color yellow, was important in many people's life's, or something entirely different. But he did know, thanks to this marking that whoever his soulmate was, they were older than him probably by at least 3 years, as 3 years is the average age of the younger when the older of the soulmates gets the youngers passions on them in the form of the marks.

Nothing. Nothing on his body no marks, no pictures for over 7 years. Phil now knew he was the oldest, somewhat glad he would be older, so therefor in his mind, in charge. But this also led to so many questions. Not knowing anything about his soulmate, if they were born yet, if they had things in common, just nothing about them. But Phil was still young, he didn't care much to be honest and he couldn't grasp the whole concept very well either so I suppose it didn't really matter that much.

Then on a cloudy day as Phil sat in primary school, something appeared on his arm. Phil was excited to finally know something about this person that he knew he would be best friends with, as the friendship part was all that mattered to the little boy at this point in his life. But what he saw, on his arm was a baby toy. A picture of one of those baby toy pianos that light up and talk. It was a bit strange to him, to think that the person he would spend his life with was at that moment a baby. If he met them that day they would have nothing in common. I mean he's seven and his soulmate is A BABY probably no more than 4 years old. But nevertheless he was still happy there was something.

As the years went on the markings on each changed, came, went away. Sometimes each would lay awake at night pondering their bodies. Appreciating the form of art covering them and wondering just what each image meant. Wondering when they would meet the other and if they even knew themselves well enough to know when that happened.

Colors and games and words and of course the sun. These things made Phil happy. Made him who he was. Was who he was. And they were a part of Dan. And they made him happy.

Music and games and space and a brain surrounded by colors. These were the things that made Dan happy. Made him who he was. Was who he was. And they were a part of Phil. And they made him happy.