untitled // phan

pontification

pontification // chapter five

Though Dan wasn't really in a good place right now, he had to admit he got a little excited when someone rung the doorbell.

Knowing it had got to be Phil, he walked over to the door with quick steps, shouting a little "Coming!" before he finally reached it.

He opened the door to the black-haired man, and a more or less genuine smile formed on his lips. "Hey," he said, and Phil smiled back.

"Hello, how are you?"

"Oh, I'm alright," Dan mumbled, and yeah, it was true, more or less. After all, he was alive right now, and that was a good thing, right? "Come on in."

Phil did as Dan told him.

The brunet led the both of them to the living room after Phil had taken off his coat and scarf.

"Make yourself at home," Dan mumbled and Phil sat down on the sofa while the younger one walked into the kitchen to get them something to drink.

"So, how has your day been?" Dan let himself fall onto the sofa next to his guest with two glasses of cheap wine in his hands, but Phil just shook his head. "What, you don't want wine?"

"Of course. But small-talk is not why I came here."

Dan raised an eyebrow. Well, that was straightforward. "No?"

"No." Phil grinned. "You promised we'd continue our conversation we had in the coffee shop."

"Oh, that." The brunet had to chuckle a little when he realised what Phil meant. "What is there left to talk about?"

"You told me you don't believe in love and ask me what there's left to talk about?"

Dan laughed quietly. "Indeed."

"What about destiny? Do you believe in that?"

"No."

"Fate?"

"Isn't that technically the same thing?"

"Romeo and Juliet, romantic or stupid?"

"Oh come on, they're teenagers who think they're oh so in love, of course they're stupid."

"Jesus Christ." Phil took a sip of his wine and Dan chuckled again. "Okay, one more."

"Hit me, baby, one more time."

"You did not just say that."

"You bet on it." Dan smirked, and Phil chuckled lightly.

"How exactly do you want to write about love when you never experienced it?"

Dan smiled. "How do people write about being a vampire without experiencing it? I've told you that before, you don't have to know what it would actually feel like to be able to write about it."

"But vampires don't really exist. You can write about them and make them seem whatever way you want because people can't prove you wrong. They can be the good ones or the bad ones, they can fly or sometimes they can't, they can behave like animals or like humans-"