Drummers and Dragons - Chapter 4
Rating: PG for slightly upsetting themes I guess... I don't know someone who would go to a G rated movie probably wouldn't like this but I'm sure they could handle it pff
Author(s): Me and my mate, Kim.
Pairing: John Entwistle/Keith Moon
Warning(s): Strong themes
Disclaimer: I don't own anything blah blah
Author's Note: I don't have a drawing because I separated this chapter into 2 parts
ALSO I made a blog for this fic! Here it is
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? Pete asks them to dinner
The two men had gone back to the chamber after the bath. The walk was terribly silent. Neither of them tried to make conversation because Keith was too afraid of someone coming out of one of the doors and screaming at him and John was just plain embarrassed.
In the chamber, Keith went to look in the mirror. John assumed he'd never seen one before and found the sight amusing. The boy touched the glass, "John, it's me." He said.
The knight nodded and went back to look in the wardrobe, for his clothes had gotten soaked in the bathing process. Much like what he had worn before, he chose a burgundy cloak and some dark brown breeches. The top he chose was admired by Keith who saw him changing in the mirror.
Large, flowing sleeves with gathered cuffs at the end and a neckline that came down rather low, displaying the perfect amount of John's chest, not too little, not too much. The knight was very well built, his muscles weren't overbearing but they were visible. Keith's first thought was something like 'What an embrace he would give.'
Without the warning of a knock on the door the sweet voice returned. "Good evening, men." Lord Townshend said, already in the room. It was a wonder to the two others that they didn't even hear the door creak.
"Good evening, m'lord." John greeted. Keith stayed silent, retreating to the corner slowly.
"Oh, I see you've cleaned him up." The blue eyes shot to the corner where Keith stood, starting to shake again. "You have done a fine job." The lord took a step toward Keith as a response, John did too. "He looks nice in such colours. I would not have expected such a change."
John was wary of Townshend. "I should not have to repeat myself, my lord, but I believe I told you that I saw potential in the boy."
Keith stood still, wishing he could hide behind John like before.
The lord turned round to face the knight and smiled at him. "Nonetheless, I came here to invite you to dinner. We will be in the private hall, you can find it from the steps at the end of the corridor that way." Townshend pointed eastward.
"When would you like us to be there?" John asked, nodding in accord with what the lord had instructed.
"As soon as possible." And with that, Pete abruptly turned and went out the door.
Keith waited before he spoke, "Are we going to leave now?"
"In a moment, I want to explain a few things to you first."
"What is it?" Keith asked, looking at John questioningly.
"Manners, first of all, do not put your elbows on the table and eat in moderation. Do not eat the entire meal in one bite. I'll cut up your food if you would like me to but I would rather not because Townshend might find that odd." The knight explained.
"Slow down!" Keith begged.
"How about I warn you before you do anything you're not supposed to by nudging you with my heel under the table?" John suggested.
"Alright." Keith nodded and the two made their way out the door.
Author(s): Me and my mate, Kim.
Pairing: John Entwistle/Keith Moon
Warning(s): Strong themes
Disclaimer: I don't own anything blah blah
Author's Note: I don't have a drawing because I separated this chapter into 2 parts
ALSO I made a blog for this fic! Here it is
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? Pete asks them to dinner
The two men had gone back to the chamber after the bath. The walk was terribly silent. Neither of them tried to make conversation because Keith was too afraid of someone coming out of one of the doors and screaming at him and John was just plain embarrassed.
In the chamber, Keith went to look in the mirror. John assumed he'd never seen one before and found the sight amusing. The boy touched the glass, "John, it's me." He said.
The knight nodded and went back to look in the wardrobe, for his clothes had gotten soaked in the bathing process. Much like what he had worn before, he chose a burgundy cloak and some dark brown breeches. The top he chose was admired by Keith who saw him changing in the mirror.
Large, flowing sleeves with gathered cuffs at the end and a neckline that came down rather low, displaying the perfect amount of John's chest, not too little, not too much. The knight was very well built, his muscles weren't overbearing but they were visible. Keith's first thought was something like 'What an embrace he would give.'
Without the warning of a knock on the door the sweet voice returned. "Good evening, men." Lord Townshend said, already in the room. It was a wonder to the two others that they didn't even hear the door creak.
"Good evening, m'lord." John greeted. Keith stayed silent, retreating to the corner slowly.
"Oh, I see you've cleaned him up." The blue eyes shot to the corner where Keith stood, starting to shake again. "You have done a fine job." The lord took a step toward Keith as a response, John did too. "He looks nice in such colours. I would not have expected such a change."
John was wary of Townshend. "I should not have to repeat myself, my lord, but I believe I told you that I saw potential in the boy."
Keith stood still, wishing he could hide behind John like before.
The lord turned round to face the knight and smiled at him. "Nonetheless, I came here to invite you to dinner. We will be in the private hall, you can find it from the steps at the end of the corridor that way." Townshend pointed eastward.
"When would you like us to be there?" John asked, nodding in accord with what the lord had instructed.
"As soon as possible." And with that, Pete abruptly turned and went out the door.
Keith waited before he spoke, "Are we going to leave now?"
"In a moment, I want to explain a few things to you first."
"What is it?" Keith asked, looking at John questioningly.
"Manners, first of all, do not put your elbows on the table and eat in moderation. Do not eat the entire meal in one bite. I'll cut up your food if you would like me to but I would rather not because Townshend might find that odd." The knight explained.
"Slow down!" Keith begged.
"How about I warn you before you do anything you're not supposed to by nudging you with my heel under the table?" John suggested.
"Alright." Keith nodded and the two made their way out the door.