#just skinny and short green eyed and long lashed lol

[rosielefay]

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England:

His pretty eyes, almond and upturned, with thick, long lashes. Always looking up at people through them, like peeking through the blinds, wary of the stranger in its town - and there are so many strangers, so few friends. Soft lips and pale skin, so easy to colour a pretty pink. Freckles if one looks close enough, hiding under the eyes, often lost under the natural blush of the cheeks.

He has long fingers and sharp cheeks and pronounced collarbones. Green eyes, green of old English rainforests, and reeds below the endless sea, and greed, endless, infinite greed. He's skinny, all bones and sharp edges. He eats no mortal food. The green eyed demon, devourer of souls and people and nations. Those awful eyes always dry, always itching, he has a quirk for rubbing them when anxious. Trying to scratch away the demon within them, that unsatiable greed he suffers from.

He's a small man, but has a large presence. An undeniable bravery, a fierce intellect, a cleverness so tricky and brilliant. Yet a tentativeness, a strong feeling of otherness plagues him. The outsider of Europe, the youngest child of Rome - a terrifying, unexpected thing that ate the whole world in an attempt to taste the nectar of the Gods. Unchosen one. Defier of fate. Wretched thing. It crawls its way through the earth into the garden of paradise. Green eyed viper, corrupter of man and nature. With him comes fire and steel and blood.

The youngest, the smallest, the runt of the litter. A terrible boy with something to prove. Godless heathen, he tears the Gods in two to embellish his own crown. His pride will be the death of them all.

The English lion and the shiny golden God, the laser upon the wall. Always chasing, unable to stop itself from trying to grasp it in its claws. A shadow in the cave of Plato or the light of salvation. In the realm of the heart where its great intelligence cannot pierce, those lovely eyes so blind and unsure.

[phandistraction]

Run

Prompt: You’re the cute nerd that keeps getting pushed around but you just punched your bully and I gotta save you

TW: some violence and homophobia 

Genre: Badboy!Phil, Pastel!Dan, getting together, high school au

Word Count: 1,600

AN: This is my first writing in the phandom so I hope it doesn't totally suck lol it’s just a short little piece to “test the waters.” I actually wrote this about a year ago but just now finally decided to go back and post it because I want to get into writing more often as an outlet ~~~~~~ “Oi, Howell!”

I tense up at the sound of my name radiating down the hall and slowly take a deep breath, knowing what’s coming. I continue walking, hoping that whoever was trying to cause trouble would change their mind and ignore me for once. The universe must have decided to be against me today as I feel my favorite flower crown getting yanked off me leaving my head feeling exposed without its accessory. I let out a small squeak of surprise and turn to face my attacker. Of course it had to be him. Chad, the walking muscle and living embodiment of stupidity. His ruff hands were clutched bitterly around my crown, crushing the lavender petals. I huffed out a breath before speaking, “Can I have that back?”

“Hmm,” Chad hummed pretending to think hard for a moment, twirling the crown around his finger. I grimaced at his amused expression and rolled my eyes.

“I want to go home, can’t you just go fuck with someone else?” I tried again. He grinned wide, showing off this teeth. Well, at least the ones he had left.

“But I don’t think I’m done with you yet, Flower Boy,” he teased using the nickname he knows I hate so much. I tighten my hands into fists at my sides and try my absolute best to look intimidating. But lets be honest, who is going to be intimidated by a boy with hobbit hair wearing ripped white skinny jeans and a pastel baby blue jumper. No one, that’s who.

“You’re a pathetic excuse of a boy. I’m gonna just do you a favor and trash this girly thing,” my eyes almost leave their sockets at those words.

“NO! Please don’t you don’t understand please listen to me oh my god no no no,” I tried.

That was my favorite flower crown and for a good reason. Two years ago I came out to my parents and they took it surprisingly well. I was so nervous that once I said “I’m gay,” I started bawling my eyes out. It wasn't until I felt the soft embrace of my loving parents that the tears had turned into happy ones. The next day when I got home from school, I found a little flat cardboard box on my bed with a red ribbon carefully wrapped around it. I opened the box and found a letter from my mother and father congratulating me on coming out and telling me that they would always love me no matter what. Underneath the note was the gorgeous pastel flower crown. Lavender petals that rapped around a black band piece with small olive green leaves peaking out at places. Ever since then, I had made it a priority to wear the crown at least once a week. It holds so much sentimental value that I don’t even know what I’d do if anything happened to it. So you can now understand why I would be internally freaking out over a seemingly dumb hair accessory.

I try to plea to him but it seems as if my words are just entering one ear and flowing out of the other without any attention from him. He laughed as he watched me begging for my possession back. By now some of the other classmates have turned their attention on us, creating a small circle around the scene. I could feel tears threaten to flow down my flustered cheeks but I refused to let them fall so I didn't make a bigger fool of myself in front of all these people. “Geez, flower boy, don’t get so butt hurt,” he mocks. I throw him the most menacing death glare I could muster as I clench my jaw. How can people be so rude? And why isn't anyone helping me? They can obviously see what’s going on.

Chad gave out a booming laugh, breaking me out of my thoughts in the middle of my pity party. He gives me one last toothy grin before grabbing one of the flower blossoms and yanking, breaking it from its spot on the crown.

I let out a high pitched squeak and the tears start on their own. I can feel them flowing down my face, one right after the other with no promise of stopping. I could hear the laughter of my peers around me but I can't be bothered to care right now as I watch my treasure being destroyed right in front of me. I felt so powerless. My knees start to shake and I slowly drop down onto the ground, imagining how dramatic and ridiculous I must look. I brought my palms to my face in an attempt to put the tears at bay but they weren't showing any signs of slowing. I stare blankly at the space of grass in front of me where the lavender petals are falling one by one. I look up at Chad and see him throwing my crown at me through my now blurry vision clouded with tears. I surge forward and catch it in my hand but there isn't much left to hold now. All the flowers have been torn off, only leaving behind the wire band. He turns to his friends that have been watching with big smiles behind him, and give them some fist bumps to celebrate what he did. I am way past the crying stage at this point as I slowly lift myself back to my feet. I sulk and turn around to start to walk away. All I want to do is go home and cry until I fall asleep. I sniff my nose and wipe at my eyes, clearing my vision up a tad. Wait, no. What am I doing? He shouldn't be able to get away with this so easily! I have never felt this angry about something before but he crossed the line so I welcome my emotions and let the rage fuel my next actions. Chad is too busy flirting with the girls by him to see it coming. I stop walking for a moment to take a deep breath and clench my fists. I whip around and run at him, putting all the muscle and force I can behind my fist as it collides with his nose.

“SHIT,” Chad screams out, lifting his hand up to his face. He brings it down and I can see the satisfying red of blood across his finger. I put on a cheeky smirk when he makes eye contact with me. I can feel my hand pulsating as it hangs at my side but I’m trying my best to suppress and ignore it despite the sharp pain until I can look at it later. “YOU LITTLE FUCK,” Chad lashes out in anger at me. Oh no. I fucked up. I freeze just staring at him, not knowing what to do. I feel someone grab my arm and tug me away from everyone.

I look over and a beautiful boy with black fringe like mine and crystal blue eyes is staring back at me with a look of horror but I can see a hint of laughter in his eyes. “Run!” he orders me as I feel his hand slip into my uninjured one. Luckily my feet are working faster than my mind as I start running next to the strange boy. He’s tugging me along behind him since he’s taller and has longer legs than me.

By the time he deems it safe enough to stop running, I’m practically dying. I should really exercise more instead of spending endless hours on the internet. I lean over with my hands on my knees and take a few moments to attempt to get my breath back. I look up at our surroundings and notice that we made it to a park several blocks away from the school.

“Do you have a death wish or something?” the pretty eyed boy says from next to me. I take the time now to look him over. Black skinny jeans, black v-neck top, and leather jacket. I notice some piercings on his face, spider bites under his lips and an eyebrow bar. His fringe is jet black and kind of looks like mine but flipped to the other side. He must have some tattoo sleeves due to some of it peaking out from under his jacket and out of his collar onto his neck.

I’m not going to lie, he was pretty hot.

I must have been starting longer than necessary because he started chuckling. I narrowed my eyes, confused, “What?”

“Like something you see?” he answers confidently. I immediately blush and look away at the ground instead. “Anyways, I’m Phil.”

“Dan,” I supply in response.

“Nice to meet you,”

“You too. By the way, thanks for umm.. saving me or whatever,” I mumble while picking at my sweater sleeves. Why am I always so awkward? Get it together Dan, for goodness sakes.

“It was no problem, really. But back to my original question, do you have a death wish or something?” Phil chuckled.

I let out a laugh thinking about what just happened. “Something like that.”

“Care to fill me in over coffee this weekend?” What? I looked over to Phil to find him staring at me with a completely serious expression. “R-really?” my voice wavered.

“Yea, you seem pretty cool and I’m not going to lie, you're pretty cute too, flower boy” he admitted with confidence. I rolled my eyes at the nickname. Usually it’s coming from Chad and sends me into a mad mood, but I don’t quite mind it now that it’s coming from Phil.

“Sounds good,” I smile. “As long as we can get some ice for my hand first, I think I underestimated how much that was going to hurt.” Phil let out a deep chuckle and rose from his spot on the bench next to me.

“Lead the way.”