Summary: In which Dan paints smiles and studies English at a dead end. His muse takes the from of Phil Lester, a film student at his university, but paint doesn’t last forever and not everyone is who we make them out to be.
A/N: As a yearlong project at my school I’m publishing an anthology with a few other students. We each get fifty pages to write a short story and as that’s going to be most of my creative writing for the next few months this is my part with some minor tweaking. (Thank you so much for 900 followers, I think I’m still in shock)
comparison is drawn from the moment of their first meeting. Brown eyes with a
thousand galaxies trapped inside are matched with the brilliant blue of a
cloudless sky. The two knock into each other with a sound that’s quickly
swallowed by the people milling around on the street corner, but to them it
seems as loud as a clap of thunder echoing off a cliff.
clatter to the ground, and the frantic owners drop to their knees in a mad rush
to retrieve them. A once over reassures both of them that the screens remained
unshattered, and after slipping them into their pockets, a closer inspection of
the other is conducted.
boy with the galaxy eyes is adorned in clothing as black as the darkest
ink–and indeed it seems as though one touch from an eraser and he will cease
to exist. Blue eyes has a warm smile. Everything about him is warm, although
his profile is all sharp edges and hard lines. An apology is muttered, and the
two diverge onto different streets not three yards away.
eyes is unfazed, already lost in the musings of his own mind. Galaxy eyes is
much the same, although another turn and he will fumble for his phone only to
realize that he grabbed the wrong one. A long stream of swearing slips from between
his lips, and he departs in search of the nearest telephone booth.
phones are returned to their proper owners, although the short meeting is
quickly lengthened into a trip across the street to the local coffee shop. Blue
eyes orders decaf–black. At the questioning look from Galaxy eyes, he explains
that caffeinated coffee with all its magical properties keeps him awake until
the hours of six in the morning. He proclaims that he drinks it black to
compliment the color of his soul. Galaxy eyes rolls his eyes, shaking his head
with something akin to resigned fondness. Blue eyes gives him an innocent grin
bordering on cheekiness.
Short answer: no. If some kind of black hole technology were draining the star in The Force Awakens, there would be a hot, gaseous cloud circling the Starkiller base — and it would be dangerous. The planet would probably be pulled apart by the black hole’s immense gravity. And any people would be stretched into long-spaghetti like tubes as their bodies fell toward the black hole’s center!