The Blue Danube [OLD]

- 𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔢. ﾐ

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october 1858

"Hey, wait- wait!" John yelled, trying to squeeze through the crowd, cursing under his breath as the boy disappeared in the sea of heads. If only he had been told his name. "Fuck." John hissed, not giving up quite yet and making a beeline for the doors once he had squeezed out of the crowd. But by the time he had gotten to the front doors of the manor, breath shallow, there was no one in sight.

He had gone, vanished into the night.

"Jesus fuck." John threw himself dramatically onto his bed with a groan. He couldn't get his mind off the boy. No matter how damn hard the prince tried, the boy just kept bursting into his brain like "hello!" and never bloody leaving. He only just met him, for christ's sake! Probably never will again. But his eyes were so familiar... the boy seemed to like him, at least. He was glad he had taken off his royal crest pin, he felt as if he was on display with it on and he wanted to be.... normal, for a little bit. He could tell the boy didn't belong there, he seemed to be of lower class due to how he behaved and his clothes being outdated and frayed. He felt as if he knew the boy already though, like they had met before. His face seemed so familiar, if only he didn't have the mask on... then maybe he would had recognised him properly. 

"Excuse me, Mr. Lennon?" There was a firm knock on the door and John started slightly, before slowly standing up, stretching as he strolled to his bedroom door. Opening it, there stood Epstein, looking posh and formal as always, but this time there was a letter in his outstretched hand. "A letter for you, sire." 

"Aye, thanks, Eppy." John took it before examining it, seeing horrible and messy writing, with many spelling mistakes. He couldn't see the address or the name as the chestnut boy couldn't decipher it, but he knew it was George, of course. 

"It's Mr. Epstein to you, Mr. Lennon." Brian raised an eyebrow with a stern expression. 

"Okay, Brian." John grinned, leaning against the doorway as he started to open the poorly-stuck together envelope. 

There was an exasperated sigh and John flicked his gaze up, but grinned wider when he saw a smile pull on the corners of Brian's mouth, gazing at the boy for a moment before turning and walking off, calling behind his shoulder. "Your friend Mr. Harrison said it was urgent. I suggest you hurry yourself a bit."