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Bluebells

Summary: Dan just really wants to put flowers in Phil’s hair.
Word Count: 2,498
Warnings: none
A/N: Hello! I’ve had this image in my head of Phil with flowers in his hair for like 2 months straight and obv i needed to write about it since I can’t do art. This whole fic is basically just me gushing about how beautiful Phil is and I’m not even ashamed. See art for this fic here, here, here, here, and here

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There is a boy that makes Dan yearn to weave flowers into his hair every time he sees him. There is a boy with pale skin as white as snow and pretty blue eyes the colour of Bluebells. He has hair like the night sky and it sometimes glimmered in the light to form little galaxies. He wanted to thread Baby’s Breath through those pretty raven locks until his hair matches the colour of his eyes.

It was an addiction, an anomaly, something that does not normally cross Dan’s mind. Usually, he doesn’t see someone and want to thread flowers through their hair. Usually, he doesn’t think about flowers at all.

But then he saw him and he couldn’t stop himself from going home and studying the names of flowers that reminded Dan of him. Hyacinths and Marigold and Sweet Peas and Lavender, all melding into one to make the most beautiful man Dan had ever laid eyes on.

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sun through the houses - demonstrated with abstract writings (through the eyes of a young poet)

  • sun in the first house: the most golden light of all. creative spirits spill out of their mouths and they become the light they create. running without stopping, passes beyond peak level of all identity - formless light running chaotically into eternity
  • sun in the second house: a paint covered abundance of life, shimmering with jewels and walking with spirit. becoming their surroundings through grounding forces that have the ability to change the colour of the skies. speaking to the earth and finding themselves in it - a sober empathy rooted under ground
  • sun in the third house: the arms cut the air and everything that passes through it, their fingers typing history into creation. chaotic intellect, words running through their bodily veins like an electric shock of sunlight. speaking themselves into existence - a flighty dash of colour unreachable by anything but mind
  • sun in the fourth house: all very quiet, dark blue, the sun illuminates the interstellar cosmos that is rooted in the heart. reaching for others and breathing life into them with touch, growth through feeling and searching. stand still and listen to the ocean - a blinding light that sparks up the eyes, and resounds in the heart
  • sun in the fifth house: creation embodied, fierce and dignified. a royal light - performing themselves into existence. they are the sun, they are the light, so warm. an honest confidence that makes the mind tremble and the heart pump faster. skill and talent hits like lightning - worshipping the sun with offerings of life and wonder, an angel
  • sun in the sixth house: the veins and linguistics of humanity, found in the light reflecting from the vase, the sun-rise bleeding into the kitchen. a simplicity that is harnessed from a hidden chaos, draws from life and offers it back seven fold with a serving heart that bleeds willingly for the world. an intimate and warm familiar light - runs through our blood, is the aid that heals and brings us to ground
  • sun in the seventh house: connections that buzz between invisible lines across the universe, offers equilibrium and hope. finds themselves in reflections and in pieces of others, two watery mirrors opposing one another, creating light and solace in-between. an uncontainable love - where the sky turns light blue at the edges, that’s where you’ll find me
  • sun in the eighth house: an enveloping dark blanket of injuring intimacy, oh god the rhythm and melody of the hermit’s cries who finds home in the darkest places. holding blades and embracing them, until they bleed with existential love;  a pure understanding for faith and the peace of death. the peak of orgasm mimics death. a small shard of god - makes even the sun tremble, as the darknesses embrace and extinguish him
  • sun in the ninth house: as you look over the hills and the mountains, and see the sun shining between the canyons, you see life. a spiritual altruism that longs to experience the world. a smile brighter than two suns. nature is home, and has a lot to teach. a raging and powerful peace - the archer shoots an arrow into the sky, another sun emerges
  • sun in the tenth house: over the earth is a guardian. a calm look gazes over it. one hand holds a throne, the other, a tempest. the sun shines over the cold and hard surfaces and turns them into works of art, sculptures, architecture. a divine blessing of teaching and authority - the kind of energies that teach trees to grow themselves back into life during spring
  • sun in the eleventh house: in the midst of the city, a protest burns and seeps through the concrete they fight for. indescribable passion and friendship meet for one cause - togetherness. in the heart of those people, thats where you live. an urn filled with radiant water spills over the world and it nourishes it, protects it. a confident and selfless intellect - living amongst the people, you’re recognised in the stars
  • sun in the twelfth house: a painting somewhere is admired by a little boy. as he pours his eyes into it, it awakens. the landscape moves and he loses himself in the emotion. there, he looks into the sky, and meets god. a phenomenal world that language can’t explain, doesn’t materialise on earth. the sun illuminates the dreams and lights up the soul, a simple and pitiful excuse to a whole land worshipping the magic - the colours blue, pink and green circulate below the ocean. find me there 

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