The Blue Danube [OLD]

- 𝔱𝔴𝔬. ﾐ

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february 1857

Droopy, sultry jade-rust coloured eyes gazed at him, reflecting a warm sunny day in its depths. Elongated, fluttering eyelashes rested on slightly chubby, freckled cheeks. A fond smile tugged on the man's plump, pretty pink lips. Perfectly arched eyebrows raised. Wha.....who is he? He looks familiar...

The man was dressed in a matching, neat three-piece silk suit of the finest calibre, coloured a lovely verdure green. He seemed to be in about his mid-twenties, slender legs crossed delicately as the man moved to sit next to John (very closely) on the smooth velvety couch. It......it's the boy I saw, a couple of months ago. The one who was chopping wood at that workplace. What the.....why am I dreaming about him?? And why is he older? What the hell's going on? John gazed around him. They were in the lounge room of the manor, patches of sun streaming from the window. Anything more than two metres in front of him faded into white. The colours were oddly saturated and prominent, every object having a smooth edge to them, and no matter how hard he tried, nothing could focus properly, except for the man next to him, who was as clear as crystal.

"Who are you? W-what am I doing here?"

"Wha' d' ye mean, Johnny? We're in our bloody house, daft idiot."  The man's voice sounded like leaping into a pool of deep, burgundy honey, scouse accent prominent in his vowels. The most loving smile that John had ever seen was cast his way, causing John's breath to hitch in shock as the man suddenly leaned forward and rested his head on John's shoulder, long ebony hair tickling the confused man's neck. John looked down at himself, seeing his legs significantly larger and longer as well, lifting his hands to see them larger but still as smooth and unworked as they were, ink embedded under one of his fingernails. Am I older? Am I also a man? He reached to feel his face, feeling a well-defined jaw and a thick moustache, and a pair of glasses resting on his nose bridge before he ripped off to inspect them, which of course, blurred his vision. They were small, rounded ones that you would usually see on rich old women. What?

"John, I need t' tell ye sumthin'." To catch John's attention, the man pressed a brief kiss to the underside of John's jaw, causing the prince to freeze, completely stunned, cheeks going beet red. WHAT THE FUCK? Why.... why did I like that?

"Th' hell you doing? I-" John flipped around to face the man, eyes wide in horror at what he just felt.

"John, I love you."  There was complete silence. John felt weirdly calm, his heart swelling in...love..? For this man. He could not physically get himself to react in any way other than nuzzle his nose into the crook of the man's shoulder. The fuck is going on right now?