Drummers and Dragons - Chapter 2
Rating: P-G because I swear a little
Author(s): Me and my mate, Kim.
Pairing: John Entwistle/Keith Moon
Warning(s): Pete is kinda scary...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Author's Note: Much better than the last chapter but I still mess up stuff a lot so yeah
Summary: The whole story in full has to do with John and Keith's forbidden relationship because it's the middle ages and everything is centered around the church, not to mention that Keith is a serf for the slightly sketchy Lord Townshend and John is sort of being... held captive?
Chapter 2
In the hall way before the chamber an hour later.
"Heavens, you are filthy." A woman wearing an elabourate dress scrunched up her pixie nose, standing behind the boy.
Big brown eyes as wide as one could see possible, possibly wider were unblinking. Frightening thoughts wracked the boys brain. He wouldn't speak.
"I wish we had time to bathe you..." the woman muttered as she motioned the boy toward the chamber door. "Knock upon the door now, child, I know you were born in a barn but try to mind your manners."
A small, shaky fist rapped upon the door thrice.
A deep voice answered. "Enter."
A door creaked and high heels clicked down the hall as the woman left.
The knight didn't face the door and his armour was gone. He now sported a cloak and a pair of breeches. The boy was unaware what was under the cloak to cover the knight's torso, if anything.
The bass voice spoke again. "I'd put gold on it if I were a betting fellow. You've never been this far from the farms, have you?"
The boy couldn't respond, he was too overcome with fear.
"Ironic, is it not?" The knight said, taking a scroll from the shelf. The boy had never seen manuscript before.
"I know you have the ability to speak." a light smirk rested on the knight's lips.
"Wot do ya wont?" The boy finally spoke, anger plaguing his words as curiosity got the best of him. His thick brow furrowed
The knight turned around and the boy got the first glance of him. He recoiled and bit his lip. The boy's expression changed to one of surprise. Of course the adolescent had heard stories of such handsome knights coming and saving the female serfs from the horrible working conditions of the farms but this was bullshit, even the little girls being told the stories knew that it was bullshit. The boy never expected the knights to be this attractive. Both of the men had similar expressions now, both overwhelmed by the other's beauty.
The boy was the first to come back to reality. "Wot do you wont!?" He yelled this time, much more impatient.
I now ask you to imagine the sweetest thing you've ever tasted and by sweet I don't mean good. I mean something too sweet, something that makes you want to vomit. Now, imagine that as a voice...
"Insolence will get you no where, child." The voice, very softly, came from a man with piercing blue eyes came from behind the boy, sending the serf forward toward the knight whose arms automatically opened to catch the boy. The contact was shocking but the boy was too frightened to get the full affect.
Lord Townshend walked in the room, his face was thin and his hair long and dark, not as dark was the knight's though. It was wavy and pulled back into a loose ponytail. A chuckle effortlessly escaped his lips.
The knight was the first to speak, shoving the boy to the side. "I am John Entwistle. I really need to be on my way, it was really nothing what I did."
"What did you do?" Townshend asked, smirking, eyeing the serf who trembled in the corner of the chamber.
"What do you mean?" John asked, a bit confused.
"I am not aware that you did anything." Soft eyebrows raised, eyes turning to the knight.
"I ... " John began, a bit confused.
"'e saved me frum the dragon!" The boy blurted out.
The lord shot the boy a glance, "You insolent bastard!"
John jumped in, "He is ignorant to common manners, your lordship."
The boy was grateful, the knight had saved him twice and it wouldn't surprise him if there'd be a third time.
"Right..." Townshend said, turning back to Entwistle. "Well, you will be staying here. We need some extra pairs of hands 'round here." He spoke matter-of-factly.
John was stunned, "Pardon me, your lordship. I need to be on my way, I have a mission to complete." He did have a mission to complete but he'd been putting it off. John was starting to form a mind of his own and that lead to his recent wondering.
"No, you are staying." The lord's word was final, John remembered this tone, it was the reason he'd left and wondered into ... something new. John didn't like thinking about it, he was worried he'd open his mouth. There was something about Townshend that John didn't trust though.
The boy made a snuffly noise and John remembered he was there. "Could I ask you one favour, m'lord?"
"Yes, but that does not mean I will grant it." Townshend said, turning 'round dramatically.
"I see potential in the boy." The knight had charm. He wasn't going to be able to leave but he knew that while he was here it would be nice to make the best of the situation and he did see something in the boy, may it be potential or insanity.
The serf looked up, "Wha..."
John shot him a glance and he shut his mouth.
"Yes," Townshend urged the knight on.
"I would like to take him in as an apprentice." John said.
The boy stared in awe. Some handsome knight had saved him from the work conditions of the fields. Just like in the bullshit tales told by his mother to his little sisters.
Author(s): Me and my mate, Kim.
Pairing: John Entwistle/Keith Moon
Warning(s): Pete is kinda scary...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Author's Note: Much better than the last chapter but I still mess up stuff a lot so yeah
Summary: The whole story in full has to do with John and Keith's forbidden relationship because it's the middle ages and everything is centered around the church, not to mention that Keith is a serf for the slightly sketchy Lord Townshend and John is sort of being... held captive?
Chapter 2
In the hall way before the chamber an hour later.
"Heavens, you are filthy." A woman wearing an elabourate dress scrunched up her pixie nose, standing behind the boy.
Big brown eyes as wide as one could see possible, possibly wider were unblinking. Frightening thoughts wracked the boys brain. He wouldn't speak.
"I wish we had time to bathe you..." the woman muttered as she motioned the boy toward the chamber door. "Knock upon the door now, child, I know you were born in a barn but try to mind your manners."
A small, shaky fist rapped upon the door thrice.
A deep voice answered. "Enter."
A door creaked and high heels clicked down the hall as the woman left.
The knight didn't face the door and his armour was gone. He now sported a cloak and a pair of breeches. The boy was unaware what was under the cloak to cover the knight's torso, if anything.
The bass voice spoke again. "I'd put gold on it if I were a betting fellow. You've never been this far from the farms, have you?"
The boy couldn't respond, he was too overcome with fear.
"Ironic, is it not?" The knight said, taking a scroll from the shelf. The boy had never seen manuscript before.
"I know you have the ability to speak." a light smirk rested on the knight's lips.
"Wot do ya wont?" The boy finally spoke, anger plaguing his words as curiosity got the best of him. His thick brow furrowed
The knight turned around and the boy got the first glance of him. He recoiled and bit his lip. The boy's expression changed to one of surprise. Of course the adolescent had heard stories of such handsome knights coming and saving the female serfs from the horrible working conditions of the farms but this was bullshit, even the little girls being told the stories knew that it was bullshit. The boy never expected the knights to be this attractive. Both of the men had similar expressions now, both overwhelmed by the other's beauty.
The boy was the first to come back to reality. "Wot do you wont!?" He yelled this time, much more impatient.
I now ask you to imagine the sweetest thing you've ever tasted and by sweet I don't mean good. I mean something too sweet, something that makes you want to vomit. Now, imagine that as a voice...
"Insolence will get you no where, child." The voice, very softly, came from a man with piercing blue eyes came from behind the boy, sending the serf forward toward the knight whose arms automatically opened to catch the boy. The contact was shocking but the boy was too frightened to get the full affect.
Lord Townshend walked in the room, his face was thin and his hair long and dark, not as dark was the knight's though. It was wavy and pulled back into a loose ponytail. A chuckle effortlessly escaped his lips.
The knight was the first to speak, shoving the boy to the side. "I am John Entwistle. I really need to be on my way, it was really nothing what I did."
"What did you do?" Townshend asked, smirking, eyeing the serf who trembled in the corner of the chamber.
"What do you mean?" John asked, a bit confused.
"I am not aware that you did anything." Soft eyebrows raised, eyes turning to the knight.
"I ... " John began, a bit confused.
"'e saved me frum the dragon!" The boy blurted out.
The lord shot the boy a glance, "You insolent bastard!"
John jumped in, "He is ignorant to common manners, your lordship."
The boy was grateful, the knight had saved him twice and it wouldn't surprise him if there'd be a third time.
"Right..." Townshend said, turning back to Entwistle. "Well, you will be staying here. We need some extra pairs of hands 'round here." He spoke matter-of-factly.
John was stunned, "Pardon me, your lordship. I need to be on my way, I have a mission to complete." He did have a mission to complete but he'd been putting it off. John was starting to form a mind of his own and that lead to his recent wondering.
"No, you are staying." The lord's word was final, John remembered this tone, it was the reason he'd left and wondered into ... something new. John didn't like thinking about it, he was worried he'd open his mouth. There was something about Townshend that John didn't trust though.
The boy made a snuffly noise and John remembered he was there. "Could I ask you one favour, m'lord?"
"Yes, but that does not mean I will grant it." Townshend said, turning 'round dramatically.
"I see potential in the boy." The knight had charm. He wasn't going to be able to leave but he knew that while he was here it would be nice to make the best of the situation and he did see something in the boy, may it be potential or insanity.
The serf looked up, "Wha..."
John shot him a glance and he shut his mouth.
"Yes," Townshend urged the knight on.
"I would like to take him in as an apprentice." John said.
The boy stared in awe. Some handsome knight had saved him from the work conditions of the fields. Just like in the bullshit tales told by his mother to his little sisters.