The Blue Danube [OLD]

- 𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱. ﾐ

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october 1858

"Well, this is it, mate! Th' Smith royal palace."

"Wait. Then why's John's las' name Lennon?"

"I dunno, don't ask me, man!" George threw up his hands as the lanky boy hopped out of the carriage and dusted off his torso, Paul following behind, his entire posture anxious as he fussed over his new, and quite frankly, uncomfortable suit. It felt so new and smooth on his skin, being used to plain cotton or denim. He didn't like it very much. 

The entire street was lit up with wonderful warm glow. The matte black front gates, which instead of looming large and closed, was flung open, leaving the laneway clear to walk through. Lush green gardens cut perfectly into shapes, depicting swans, circles and squares, along with bunches of roses and many flowers stretching far across either side. Marble and limestone sculptures painted with gold stood proud and tall, fallen angels with flowing robes, accompanied by large detailed fountains with gold and black patterns, clear water falling like rain into the pool. 

"Oh my fucking god." Paul breathed in complete awe and literal amazement, eyes shining with wonder and marvel at just the garden alone. 

Don't even get me started on the house - it stood looming with immense size, the lovely sandstone and marble walls shining in the moonlight, windows glinting but glazed to the point where no one can see in, but the people inside can see out. Four broad pillars standing at the front of the manor, massive black and golden doors also wide open to reveal a large greeting room with warm, inviting light bursting through. But what was really catching the two's eyes were the people.
Gentlemen and women, absolutely everywhere. Expensive clothes of every kind, all colours and sizes. Expensive jewellery, long velvet shawls that just brushed the ground and silk gloves to match the women's puffy dresses which were decorated with flounces and lace, along with silky hair tied up in a large bun, framing their pale, smooth faces that had cold, reserved and snobby expressions, which quite ruined their entire physique in George and Paul's eyes. The men had smooth, muted-coloured, long-tailed coats and matching tight fitting trousers and dress shoes underneath, large bow ties and tall top hats and many different sideburn shapes. All of them sported masks of all shapes, sizes and colours, most having been decorated with glitter, feathers and gold. They, too, had cavalier and indifferent expressions, eyes flashing with contempt as the many men and women spotted the two boys.  Yes, they may be wearing similar clothes to the accomplished people who were attending the ball, but it was outdated, and clearly had tears and loose thread at the ends due to it being secondhand, and along with their expressions of uncomfortableness and fear, it was obvious that they did not belong.