colour // phan

calm.

"let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start. when you read you begin with-" phil pauses and stares at dan, waiting for a response. he playfully nudges phil, giggles kept loose as a big grin appears on his lips.

"a, b, c."

"when you," phil sings, "see? you begin with red, oran- i really didn't think this through, did i?" he mutters, earning a giggle from the brunet.

"you're hilarious." dan gushes, emphasizing the last word and rolling his eyes, as phil nudges him back.

"of course i am!"

"sure."

the two walk in silence, as night, a dark blanket with shimmering sparkles carefully placed in arrangement to create constellations, fall above their heads. their hands brush for a second, causing a bouquet of roses to bloom on dan's cheeks, which was luckily glazed with a layer of darkness. the faraway rumble of cars reached them, accompanied by the sound of their footsteps and consistent pattern of eerie orange street lights, blinding phil's vision.

"red, you say?" dan croaked, confusion swirling in his mind, imagination unable to create and image to match the word.

"yeah. red. there's other colours too, like orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. actually, there's tons more. every shade of a colour is different." phil replies, scratching the back of his head, wondering how to explain such a thing.

dan stays silent, trying hard to digest the new vocabulary. a mixture of now awe and confusion shown on his face and dripping in his tone. "what the fuck did you just say?" he mumbles, eyebrows knitting together and lips parting slightly, before the older boy laughs, tongue sticking out slightly and wrinkles appearing beneath his shut eyes.

the whistling wind gently blows the two men's washed hair, as a orchestra of crickets chirp a soft tune in the bushes. a sigh escapes from phil's lips as he closes his eyes for a second, head buzzing with ways to deliver a visual image through nothing more but mere words, sounds that turn into sentences, that transform into language, that change into meaning.

"i, i- um," the older boy stutters, "how about i begin with what reminds me of red, yeah?"

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(slightly long a/n ahead!!)
aha it's been a while

i've been working on this and some other books like my new texting fic !! go check it out it's called bruised
o(｀ω' )o

no shame

and i've kind of been working on another fic that will hopefully be out soon

i started writing the chapter in the first week of my exams (that was so long ago omg) and i don't even have a lot down atm so oops

but i was working on building dan and phil's personality to what i would like it to be in the new fic and doing rough sketches of some scenes and etc. etc. so !! i !! hope !! you'll !! like !! it !! when !! i !! publish !! it !!

also be ready for short chapters for the rest of this fic ahHAH