Better With You By My Side
prompt: Dan and Phil are both sons of rich families and are sent to ballroom dancing lessons. Because there is a shortage of girls, Dan and Phil end up as partners. Phil really doesn’t want to be there and Dan doesn’t either, but is so frustrated by the fact Phil doesn’t want to dance with him he is determined to get him to.
a/n: i think generally when i took this off schedule it was kinda because i was expecting not to be able to update it every week buT AS IT TURNS OUT i can get a lot done when i’m procrastinating revision because i stopped going to class and im literally home all the time ((’’’studying’’’)) apart from when i’m in for exams so IN SHORT after three days here is another chapter gOd i spoil u guys so much i feel like these chapters are gonna start getting shamefully regular arent they
also this chapter gets a lil emo i PROMISE IT WILL HAVE A HAPPY ENDING EVENTUALLY DONT THROW THINGS AT ME but i wrote this entire chapter listening to wrapped around your finger and beside you so the link’s there if u wanna u know ~set an atmosphere~~ or somethign
cash in the attic, dickinson’s real deal and bargain hunt are these auction shows always on daytime tv they have quite a reputation here in the uk (i think it’s notable to mention this for anyone who isn’t british) it’ll make sense when u read the chapter i promise
It’s gone too quickly. Dan shuts his eyes. It’s gone way too quickly.
He opens them again, taking in the sight of the skyline surrounding him until the image is engraved behind his eyelids when he squeezes them shut again. He needs to take it in. He needs to memorise every single detail before he’s dragged away from it, leaving only a mere vapour trail in the Viennese sky as a remain of his presence. He wants his memory of this city to be as permanent as he is temporary.
He leans against the railings of the bridge, the iron cold against his cheek as he stares down at the River Danube flowing beneath him; a weird, murky green in the daylight. His eyes trail over the layers of beige, decorative infrastructure surrounding him; studying the modern architecture against the old, thinking about how two buildings can be as close as a matter of metres together, yet centuries apart. It reminds him of London.
Dan gives the St. Charles Church a quick glance, and St. Paul’s Cathedral comes to mind. Schonbrunn Palace in the distance catches his eye, and he thinks of Buckingham Palace. It confuses him how a city so architecturally similar to London could be so atmospherically different.
He stares back down at the river. Although even with a colour as cloudy as that, it’s evident it’s probably still about nine-hundred times cleaner than the Thames. He strains his ears. Even in the early morning, it’s still quieter in the city centre than it ever would be in even the most distant outskirts of London. And if he were to sit out on a bridge for this long in his home city, he’d be surprised about making it this far without being either accidentally pushed off, shouted at, thrown money at or whacked with a selfie stick.
He’s going to miss Vienna dreadfully.
They’d made a promise, he and Phil, to come back here someday. To revisit all the places they’d discovered over the course of the fortnight, to stay in the same hotel and even dance in the same ballroom.