The Blue Danube [OLD]

- 𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫. ﾐ

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october 1858

"Choose th' green suit, John. Suits ye better." George leaned, nonchalant against the large wooden bedpost as the lanky boy chewed on a piece of carrot, eyes dark but with a hint of playfulness as he watched his friend pace frantically around the room, periodically running a hand through his hair (which had gone awry and stuck up in many places).

"No, no, no, th' grey one suits th' ball better, like, th' colour suits it better, y'know?" John shook his head quickly.

"Then choose the grey one." Ringo piped up from the overly large mattress, where he was lying splayed and smoking a pipe, watching his friend with amusement shining in his puppy eyes.

"No, I can't, it'll be too dark, th' green stands out more!" John groaned throwing his head back and rubbing his eyes profusely. "I can't fookin' decide, mate!"

"Then jus' randomly pick one, it's not a big fookin' deal like yer makin' it out ta be. C'mon, I wanna go get me own suit too!"

"An' mine!" Ringo raised his eyebrows. "C'mon, Johnny. Jus' pick one." he gestured to the two silk suits that were displayed on the bed next to the older boy. The three had narrowed the large amount of suits John owned to just two, and they had been bouncing back and forth for the last 20 minutes. The midday sun came streaming in from the curtained windows, highlighting John's anxious almond eyes, his unkempt hair turned a flaming red, eyelashes casting shadows across his pale cheeks.

"Fine, fine. Alrigh'." The prince rolled his eyes before shutting them and pointing frantically between the two before suddenly stopping, his finger pointing to the green suit as he opened them. "Okay, green one." They all stood in silence for a few moments.

"So?" Ringo raised an eyebrow.

"Y'know, maybe the grey one migh' work better-"

"Oh, shut up." George rolled his eyes, grabbing his restless friend's arm and guiding him out of the room, Ringo trailing behind as he hummed a tune, still taking puffs of the pipe.

"John! There you are. Have you picked out your suit for the event? You need to choose the flowers, we are still setting up in the ballroom." Mimi turned from speaking to the servants as she spotted her nephew, strided over and started to guide the boy to the ballroom, George and Ringo following awkwardly a few metres behind with their hands in their pockets.

"Righ' well...." The boy stared at the three different vases with different arrangements of flowers displayed, brows furrowed in confusion. "Why do the flowers.... matter?"