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"The Diamond of Destiny ! Exactly !" said Queen Griddle to Sir Burnevere in the throne room, "If the Duchess of Hotland can have the Sapphire of Fate, I don't see why I, a queen, can't have a gem of the same price !"
King Allfire looked bored and resigned at the same time, and rolled his eyes miserably. And the fact a strong heatwave was hitting Camelhot didn't help, he, just like his wife and his knight, was sweating and the sunshine made him want to sleep, or to take a cold bath, or anything.
"Yer majesty," Sir Burnevere bowed, "if this is what you wish for, I, Sir Burnevere the Overly Educated, shall bring this mystical diamond to ye here in Camelhot."
He pondered a moment.
"In which region is it exactly ?" he aksed.
"The legend says it is located in the Neverreturning Cave." she answered.
The name of this place made the Scottish knight shiver a little, but it was his duty as Knight of the Square Table.
"Alright, yer majesty. I shall go now." he said, turning on his heels.
But when he was about to leave the queen who was already dreaming out loud about her future new diamond and sharing her enthousiasm with her resigned husband, he stopped. He pondered. He hesitated. He decided to dare. He turnt to Queen Griddle and asked :
"Yer majesty, may Sir Blaze come with me on this quest ?"
Queen Giddle and King Allfire both raised an eyebrow.
"Sir Blaze ?", King Allfire repeated, "Why do you need help ? This is the kind of quest that only needs one knight, if you don't count squires, and not a big, important, useful one needing all of them."
His wife glared at him, so he shut up, smiling awkwardly.
"Allfire is right.", Queen Griddle added, "And why my son specifically ? Why not Sir Loungealot ? As much as I love my son and admire his work, Loungealot is by far more talented."
Sir Burnevere got nervous and embarrassed at the questions. He didn't feel the need to justify himself. But he had to, so he tried to, squeezing his hands nervously and looking sometimes down, sometimes away.
"I... I... I... Don't know, yer majesties ! IIIIII... Think the more quests he will have, the better he will become as a knight... Aye ! That's right ! And as I am one of yer oldest knights, sire, allow me to show him and to help him, yer youngest knight, for this time. Who knows ? Maybe one day he will be as good than ye."
Being compared to his stepson was an insult to Allfire. Griddle hesitated.
"Mmmmh, won't this be a bit dangerous for him to go with only one companion ? It would be better than alone, but..."
"My queen, remember Sir Blaze once saved Princess Flame and Loungealot's squire all by himself !"
"Yes ! And if this is dangerous, this will be perfect for him- I mean it'd be a perfect training for him, sweetheart !" said very enthusiastically King Allfire at the thought of losing Blaze.
"Well, alright.", Queen Griddle smiled, "Sometimes I forget he's not an egg anymore but a real man. Go find him, Sir Burnevere."
Sir Burnevere smiled.
According to the map (Sir Burnevere knew the line 896 of the Code of Chivalry prohibits knights from carrying maps but eh, no one was watching and Sir Blaze probably forgot about this rule), the Neverreturning Cave was on an island. Unfortunately, all the boats were taken. The 2 knights had no choice, they had to use their wings. They sighed, and flied over the sea. GREAT, as if having flied for the previous quest wasn't enough too. Dang, dragons hate flying so much, they don't even understand why what will be later called Darwin's evolution theory gave them wings. Especially on this heatwave. What a torture ! But they were knights. They had to get over it.
Sir Burnevere actually knew why he wanted Sir Blaze to come with him. For some reason, Sir Burnevere felt... happier when Sir Blaze was around him. And it only started not long ago.
Sir Burnevere was 9-years-younger than King Allfire and was one of his first knights. When King Allfire married Queen Griddle, she of course brought her 7,5-years-old son born from her previous marriage with Sir Hermann the Near-Sighted to Camelhot. Since the beginning, the little boy wanted to become a knight but showed signs of... flamboyance ? Always crazy with fashion and colours. Like the other knights, Sir Burnevere thought he was a desparate case and ignored the child the best he could. But personnally, he actually liked his enthousiasm. He still thought he wasn't made for chivalry. As the young boy grew more and more, he became more and more... "flaming" for such manly job. Also, he was naive, too energic and focused on stupid things such as the knights' armors' designs. Sir Burnevere tried to teach him the basics, seeing he really wanted to become like his late father and to impress his stepfather, but the young prince always got bored and immeditaly focused on other things such as the colour of the wallpaper. Sir Burnevere gave up eventually, thinking it was a desperate case. So when Blaze became a knight at the age of 17, Sir Burnevere knew it was because of privilege. He wasn't jealous, like Loungealot, but felt rather bad for him. His mother thought she was doing good for him, but she was actually penalyzing him. Sometimes, truth hurts but is healthy. Having no choice, Sir Burnevere accepted to adapt to young Blaze's presence. And it was hard. Even HIS OWN brain couldn't understand the difference between burnt sienna brown and cocoa brown, yet the Queen's son always proposed to teach the arts of colours, gardening, dancing and fashion. Just like the other knights, Burnevere made fun of him, but not in a mean way like Loungealot. He just couldn't understand this boy.
Then Sir Blaze grew up more. Years passed. He was still girly, but was very good at gym and at fencing (although he often used his sword for gardening), he became stronger, suppler, his chest swelled out thanks to pectoral muscles, and sport gave him an elegant slender figure. Sir Burnevere had a bit of hope for him. Maybe he could do something with his life, after all. Moreover... He found Blaze got more and more handsome with age. Of course, not the "I'm in love" kind of handsome, but just when one admits something is beautiful and nothing more. After all, he admitted Sir Loungealot's hair and moustache are beautiful, so he admitted Sir Blaze was a handsome young man too. But sometimes, for some reason, he caught himself staring at him or even walking to him for a moment before realizing and looking away or leaving before the other noticed. Beauty is beauty, but come on ! Anyway, that aside, he felt the same way for Blaze than he always did.
And then, happened this time Sir Blaze saved his stepsister and Sir Loungealot's young squire all alone and all by himself. Blaze left after a collective humiliaton that was the last straw. Sir Burnevere felt kind of guilty, but he always knew the boy wasn't made for chivalry, so maybe it was the better. But later, surprise ! Sir Blaze rescued Princess Flame and the young Flicker while all the Knights of the Square Table were going around in circles, and technically, he even saved them from a horrible monster ! Sir Burnevere was very impressed. Immensely. He was the first one to walk to him to congratulate him. Now he was sure : he was wrong all along ! Sir Burnevere the Overly Educated was the smart one, but he learnt that day that you can be different and special but that doesn't mean you can't do something, you just do it your way. He was proud of him, so he decided to start all over again and spend more time with him than he ever did rather than walking away or ignoring him.
And that was when everything changed.
Slowly, he felt closer to him, he was finally considering him like a friend rather than a nuisance after 20 years, but slowly again... Well... It actually changed when Sir Galahot and Sir Hotbreath left for a very long quest ; it'd been months they didn't come home, the proof they were alive was they sometimes sent a gift or a letter through the post office. That was sad, Sir Hotbreath was a very good friend of Burnevere's. As they were only 3 in the castle now, he and Sir Blaze had to spend even more time together (they knew Sir Loungealot ENOUGH), and Sir Blaze, who got hit by a gigantic fashion magic one day, even redesigned almost everyone's clothes style (even Evil Knights #1, 2 and 3's and Merle's !), his and Burnevere's included. And... He liked it. Brown was good on him. He considered it like a gift from Sir Blaze... who was now dressed in pink. Pink made him look... cute ?!... Why cute ? Oh, maybe it was a detail. But then again, it wasn't : Sir Burnevere learnt to understand him and made the effort to memorize the colours' differences, and he liked being with him more and more, surprised himself by standing next to him or sitting next to him on in front of him all by reflex, and even looked or smiled at anything he did or said ! Maybe he was beginning to feel like his best best best friend, he thought ? Well, unfortunately, no. He wasn't. One day, as they all were going to Greece, guess what happened ? The boat was fragile and Queen Griddle was heavy, eveybody had to grab something not to fall... Burnevere grabbed Sir Blaze's behind. Immediatly when he realized that, he let got and didn't look at Blaze for the remaining of the day. And worse : even before that, he, Blaze, Flicker and Sir Loungealot once had to enter Dread Count Geoffrey Dubueon Oppressor Par Excellence of the Poor and Weak's castle. Flicker had a plan, maybe they could had dressed as French maids. The knights laughed at him when they saw him crossdressed, Sir Blaze because it was a ridiculous dress to him. So he proposed to be the next one dressed as a maid to show how to really look convincing and elegant, according to him. When he left the fitting room... Flicker and his master were very surprised, he looked like an authentic woman but Sir Burnevere... Hoot McGregor. Sir Blaze was GORGEOUS. His legs, his hips, his lips, his silhouette in general, his dress... Sir Burnevere's brain exploded and his jaw dropped. He couldn't leave his eyes from him. Of course, he had to snap out of it, and to dress too. But whenever he could, he gazed at the young knight... And just on the previous quest, he was secretely very worried for the young dragon who went to figth the giant Dwight by himself, and was so proud and genuinely happy for him when he found his father's shield...
NO. Sir Burnevere shook his head. It wasn't love. It couldn't be. Can't heterosoxeual men admit they find a man hot without being homosexual ? Oh, and even if it was love, the relationship was impossible to work. First of all : Blaze needed to be interested back, of course. Who would be interested in the egghead he was ? Second : Blaze was a MAN. Sir Burnevere knew, or at least suspected Blaze wasn't into girls at all, but he wasn't like him, he was manly, he wasn't girly. And third : the age gap would be too big. Sir Blaze was 27,5-years-old, Sir Burnevere 51.
Sir Blaze, he, felt flattered for having been chosen. He felt very extatic ! A quest for him ! And jewels and gems were something raffinate enough for his own tastes, it was his kind of quest ! Oh, he couldn't wait to see what the Diamond of Destiny looked like ! But he was also happy for another reason : Sir Burnevere wanted to do this quest with him. Not only it meant he trusted him and thought he was able to succeed, but the best thing was that he simply was Sir Burnevere.
When Blaze's mother married King Allfire and became queen, the little boy, whose father disappeared when he was a baby, finally felt he had a family. He was so happy, he finally had a little sister ! She was just 3 and he was 7,5, but that was okay, one day she would be old enough to play, to teach or to talk with. She wasn't his blood sister, but he immediatly loved her. And as she was a girl, maybe one day he'd have someone to talk about girly and fashion things with ! Because Blaze never wanted to do what little boys were supposed to do. He played dolls, he knew how to sew and knit, he loved flowers, colours (pink included) and clothes, and he once had a brief crush on one of his classmates... who was a boy like him. Yes, Blaze was different and knew it. He had known since that day that he wasn't interested in women and would never be. But that was okay, he concluded it was natural and that no one had to be clones, and as for his hobbies, he concluded that it wasn't his fault if people had not his delicate tastes. But unfortunately, the dragonlet had no friend. All the boys of his age made fun of him, and his crush too. He tried really hard to impress who he wanted to consider like his father, but the latter was distant. Years later, Blaze concluded he was ashamed of him, but he was too young back then, so he didn't understand. At least, his dear mommy loved him, listened to him and reasurred to him, telling him he was just like his late father, Sir Hermann the Near-Sighted, who loved clothes and sewing but was still a brave knight.
From then on, the young prince decided to become a knight. Chivalry became a new passion to him, and he was determined to become one to make a tribute to his father, to be accepted by the others, to serve and proof his loyalty to his stepfather and king, and to proof you could be both effeminate and brave. So he started to see the Square Table Knights. He did all he could to impress them, he talked to them, he asked them questions, he followed them, he commented what they did and thought, he gave them advices like what kind of amor could fit their eyes better or replacing swords by daggers would look more elegant... He was very enthusiastic and determined, but they ignored him and felt bored by his presence. But he couldn't help admiring them and his momsy always shouted at them to be nice to him, it gave him hope. One of them, Sir Burnevere, was very tall to his child's eyes, and he always spoke with big words he didn't understand with a heavy Scottish accent. Blaze had always loved this knight's accent. The way he enhanced the h's and rolled the r's for example was very impressive to him and he thought it was manly. More than the others, probably because of his intelligence, he understood the prince was just asking to be a knight and he decided to teach him the basics. But it was so boring... What ? Knights are just fighters fancily dressed, they didn't need theory ! The wallpaper was more interesting. Like if he read his mind, the Scottish dragon quickly gave up and began to ignore him like the others. Blaze felt disappointed... Was it because of himself, after all ? No, he later thought not, because when he turnt 17, King Allfire dubbed him knight. A dream come true, he did it ! he knew it ! He could finally be like his father and be with his heroes, and the suit his mother made for him for the dubbing was just fabulous ! Best day ever ! But now, he had to do more exercise. Gardening wasn't enough, fencing and gym were better sports, elegant and effective.
The time passed, he became stronger, suppler, his chest swelled out thanks to pectoral muscles, and sport gave him an elegant slender figure. He was still himself, though, and he loved it. Now he was tall, so the king and his knights, whom Sir Burnevere, didn't looked as gigantic than he used to think. Sir Burnevere was still very tall. The years passed, some of them aged, him included, but he aged very good. He was still very tall, with a severe look on his eyes enhanced by thick eyebrows, he was always standing straight, his accent was manlier than ever, his words became much less incomprehensible as he did an effort to use a dictionary and an encyclopedia (and the definitions proofed him he was even smarter and wiser than he thought and earned even more respect), and he was thin yet obviously strong, muscular but no as much than Sir Galahot. His arms and his torso proofed he had discret biceps and pectoral muscles. He was older than many years ago (OF COURSE !), but oddly, he looked even more... handsome. Was he just aging really well ? Was Blaze changing his mind about him as he was growing up ? He didn't know.
Globally, Sir Blaze the Smartly Dressed kept acting like he always used to with the knights in hope to be one day accepted, and Sir Burnevere wasn't an exception. But he liked to follow him better because he instinctivly remembered he had been wise for having tried to help him vainly. Although he mocked him with the others. Blaze didn't think it was intended to be mean, but it still hurt him.
But one day, a last mocking was the last straw. Being a knight was a mistake, Sir Blaze decided to become a hermit. He felt hurt, angry and lost faith in all, even in Sir Burnevere who was with them. But fate made him rescue all these idiots with his dear little sister and her boyfriend (the effeminate dragon was sure something was going on between Flame and Flicker) too. For the first time in his life, he found himself being a real knight, fighting, using strategy and rescueing. His "difference" even saved his companions ! After 20 years, he got the recognition he'd been asking for so long. He felt especially proud when Sir Burnevere himself made the first move to pat him on the shoulder and to smile at him, meaning "Congratulations" ; he knew he wasn't a brute ! He was proud of him, so he decided to start all over again and spent more time with him than he ever did rather than walking away or ignoring him. Sir Blaze was happy at the thought of finally having a friend maybe, and at the thought that he was finally accepted by all as himself. He succeeded in his goal ; it took long but it was so worth it !
And that was when everything changed.
Slowly, he felt closer to him, he was finally considering him like his first friend rather than an idol. It actually changed when Sir Galahot and Sir Hotbreath left for a very long quest ; it'd been months they didn't come home, the proof they were alive was they sometimes sent a gift or a letter through the post office. Sir Hotbreath was a good friend of Burnevere's, and Sir Blaze felt sorry for him. As for Sir Hotbreath, he used to be very harsh with him, but they recently went on better terms and it was sad he left before they could become friends. As they were only 3 in the castle now, he and Sir Burnevere had to spend even more time together (they knew Sir Loungealot ENOUGH), and one day, coming from nowhere, Sir Blaze the Smartly Dressed and Fashionably Late felt the gigantic fanshionable urge to redesign every willing person he knew, and redesigned almost everyone's clothes style (even Evil Knights #1, 2 and 3's and Merle's ! Why not ? Even villains have to be evil with style, fashion knows no limits), his and Burnevere's included. He made him something brown (and not taupe) because he thought this color showcased his scales... He looked even more handsome now. It was like a gift, he was happy to help, and even more satisfied and flattered when the Scottish knight told him he did like it. As for himself, pink was good. And he was very happy to see the roles were reversed and that the Overly Educated tried really hard to learn the differences between shades of colours in order to understand the Smartly Dressed better, just like when the Smartly Dressed learnt a lot of vocabulary to understand the Overly Educated. He tried to understand him too, and that was very... cute and sweet ? It was maybe just a detail, but he really found him handsome, he liked being with him more and more, surprised himself at standing next to him or sitting next to him or in front of him all by reflex, and even looked or smiled at anything he did or said ! Maybe he was beginning to feel like his best best best friend, he thought ? Well, no, he wasn't. One day, the sight of a drop-dead gorgeous damsel in distress made Sir Burnevere and Sir Loungealot go cuckoo while Sir Blaze was just admiring her dress. And seeing Sir Burnevere going cuckoo for a woman made him feel... jealous ?! Why jealous !? He did feel jealousy ! He didn't show it but felt it, he remembered it ! Do you feel that for a friend ? Not only that, but another day, as they all were going to Greece, guess what happened ? The boat was fragile and Sir Blaze's mommy was heavy, eveybody had to grab something not to fall. Blaze grabbed a mast, Burnevere grabbed Sir Blaze's... behind. As soon he felt hands on this part of his body, Blaze gasped and blushed, not sure if he was feeling surprised or outraged. But as soon he realized who the hands belonged to, he blushed even more and no sound came out of his mouth for a long moment. He didn't tell him anything the remaining of the day. But he had to look at him when he won at serf toss. He was so proud of him, and so overwhelmed and so eager and so impressed too ! What a man ! What a man ! And before that, something strange happened a day he, Si Burnevere, Flicker and Sir Loungealot had to enter Dread Count Geoffrey Dubueon Oppressor Par Excellence of the Poor and Weak's castle. Flicker had a plan, maybe they could had dressed as French maids. The knights laughed at him when they saw him crossdressed, Sir Blaze because it was a ridiculous dress to him. So he proposed to be the next one dressed as a maid to show how to really look convincing and elegant. When he left the fitting room... Flicker and his master were very surprised, he looked like an authentic woman but Sir Burnevere... His eyes were huge and wouldn't leave him, and he was jawdropping ; he was actually a bit looking like he did when he saw the beautiful damsel. This reaction made Blaze shyly blush a little. When Sir Burnevere snapped out of it and dressed as a maid too, Sir Blaze gazed at him whenever he could. He was cute. Silly but funny and incredibly cute. Moreover, it did feel good and flattering to see the Scottish knight looking oddly at him, and he did feel good in this dress ; he smiled seductively at the Scottish whenever he was looking somewhere else, and he...
YES. Sir Blaze couldn't lie to himself anymore. He did end up to fall in love with Sir Burnevere. Would it be temporary like with his former classmate ? Would it be very long and real ? Anyway, he could just dream, the relationship was impossible to work. First : Sir Burnevere obviously only loved women, he looked interested in him only when he was dressed as one, it didn't proof anything. Second : his mother always wanted him to find a girl to marry. And third : the age gap would be too big. Sir Burnevere was 51-years-old, Sir Blaze 27,5.
The silence as they were flying was getting weird. The 2 knights realized they'd been lost in their thoughts and were maybe making the other feeling awkward. They both puzzled, and between two breathings due to the exhausting flight, Sir Blaze was the first one to say something :
"Is it hot out there !... I mean, the weather..."
"Aye, it is.", Sir Burnevere answered between 2 breathings, "It has been very long since the last time the sky had been that sunny and that hot in England. I wonder if it's the same in Scotland at the moment."
"I should have worn something lighter, maybe I would have felt better."
"Do not be ridiculous, Sir Blaze. A knight's armor is made to be comfortable in any situation. It's just that the sun is particulary brigther this week, and... The flight... does not help... our c-case..."
Their bodies (and the bags on their backs) were feeling heavier.
"Oh, I wish we... will find... an inn as soon we'll land...", Sir Blaze complained, "To rest... To have a cold bath... To put our bags on the ground and let... our backs.... be..."
Their wings were getting painful.
"A-aye... An icy bath would be greatly appreciated...", Sir Burnevere breathed, almost choking on his own lungs, "And these bloody bags... Why are they... they that heavy anyway ?..."
"Oh, I just... I just thought... I could add one item or 2...", Sir Blaze answered with an awkward ashamed smile.
"Ye WHAT ?!?" Sir Burnevere exclaimed in one last breathing.
That was it. Their lungs and wings couldn't anymore, they let themselves fall, screaming. They heavily fell on the ground, eating some earth in the process. Sir Burnevere shook his head and dusted his armor, spitting out earth.
"What did ye put in these ?!" he asked angrily.
Sir Blaze looked up at the sky innocently, pretending to enter a big reflection (because he knew he was wrong but he didn't want to admit)
"Weeell", he answered scratching his head, "with the map, the weapons, the money, the cooking tools and the food, I miiiiiiight have put a few... fabrics..."
Sir Burnevere's nostrils sent smoke.
"Why on Saint George did ye do that !?" he snarled.
"Burnevere, understand me !", Sir Blaze said with a shrug, "We're looking for a diamond ! A colourful gem ! I had to bring some colourful materials all of different shades to see with which one it would match the most in the end ! So I will see what cloth I will use to make a dress for momsy ! So she will wear a dress perfectly matching her new jewel. It's an important matter, you know."
To justify himself, the fashionista knight opened a bag and showed its content ; very rich, bright-couloured fabrics.
"And couldn't ye just WAIT for being home before comparing the Diamond of Destiny with these ?!" Sir Burnevere asked, arms crossed and foot patting on the ground.
"Yes, but the sooner the better ! I would finish the dress earlier this way ! And look, I let some space for the diamond in your bag, so we can say you were holding less weight than me."
Sir Burnevere facepalmed. Sir Blaze could be irritating sometimes with his absurd sense of priorities. But that was him. Sir Burnevere knew he couldn't argue more. Knowing Blaze, he wouldn't admit he was in the wrong and if he was too angry, he could even fly off to Camelhot, like when he left Camelhot to become a hermit. The bookworm dragon had no choice but stop here. At least until the quest ended.
"Alright.", Sir Burnevere sighed, "Let us not discuss that forever. Put back the pieces of clothes in their bag and let us look for a place in which we would let Morpheus wrap us in his magical cape as soon Artemis would have raised."
He meant "a place in which we would sleep tonight", Sir Blaze understood. It was funny, he used to not understand his words at all, but now, he was the one who explained to people what Sir Burnevere just said.
Sir Blaze took his bag and followed his companion. The forest was dark and humid. No matter how dark the trees' shadows were, the weather was still as hot than ever. The 2 dragons were tired from their flight and hurt from their fall, so it didn't help.
"I'll never know how to land correctly." Sir Blaze grumbled.
Sir Burnevere thought a few seconds before a crooked smirk began to appear on his face as he was preventing himself from laughing.
"At least, we do not do as many damages than Sir Loungealot." he chuckled.
Sir Blaze made an "Oh !" and began to laugh loudly, so did Sir Burnevere.
"Ha ha ha ha, and flying must be a torture for him too !" Sir Blaze laughed.
"Especially as he never does any sport !" Sir Burnevere added.
They kept walking in the forest and the heat, not even noticing them anymore, laughing hysterically.
"It's better for everyone if he doesn't fly, because of the way he lands. I'm sure he's the cause of earthquakes in Asia !" Sir Blaze cried of laughter.
"Do ye remember what he said on the previous quest ? It was like if he compared himself with the tropical jungle... Which was dense ! Ha ha ha ha !"
"And if he ever flies under the sun, it'll look like an eclipse, ha ha ha ha !"
They were approaching a house. They didn't notice it at first, because of the tears in their eyes.
"And and and !...", Sir Burnevere tried to add, "I wonder if all of his grease is going to melt with such a heatwave ! He is probably feeling so hot as we speak, he probably drank all the moats' water !"
"Ha ha ha, the poor thing still would not be as hot than you ! And he-"
When the information reached their brains, the 2 dragons stopped to laugh, Blaze covered his mouth in shock with one hand. OOPS. They both stood still, with a poker face, staring at emptiness. They dared to turn their eyeballs in direction of each other, but quickly looked away, sweating twice more than they already did.
"Errr... Ahem !", Sir Burnevere coughed. "Thank ye I suppose. For someone of my age, it is a compliment to see I still look fresh to the next generation, he he... HEM no ! By fresh, I meant, I meant... Heeeeem..."
He facepalmed, taking advantage on the fact that Sir Blaze was looking away to not see that.
"Is... Is it hot out there, or is it just me ?..." Sir Blaze said, fanning himself with his hand, holding an awkward crooked smile.
"Well, England is knowing a strong heatwave, after all... Er... OH LOOK ! An inn !"
Both were relieved to notice the house. They said nothing more and rushed to it. On the sign was written "Inn of the Diamond of Destiny. Breakfeast included. WARNING : Don't enter the Neverreturning Cave if you think you'll die. 'Cause it's, like, very possible. Actually a lot of visitors don't come back, so we, like, would like you to pay in advance. But you can try to look at the Diamond of Destiny if you're sure you'll survive if you want. The inn takes no responsability in anything." It sounded promising. The 2 dragons looked at each other with a incredulous look and agreed with their eyes on one point : they were approaching their goal.
They entered through the door. The reception was clean. Rustic but lovely. Sir Burnevere approached of the bell put on the office and rang it. Immediatly, a purple dragon with long blonde hair hiding his eyes anc smoking a pipe came.
"Hi dudes !", he said waving at them, "So you're, like, here to take a look at the legendary Diamond of Destiny ? Sure thing, I just hope you read the sign well. You did, right ?"
"We did, indeed." Sir Burnevere nodded.
"Oh, good. Because a lot of people, like, don't know how to read, and I hate repeating. Some of the illeterates don't even know, like, what the Diamond of Destiny is, they just come because, like, they think that's a normal inn. I allow customers only if they want to visit the the cave. That's honest, right ?"
"I suppose. Ye do not lie to people on the sign. Ye do not hide the dangers."
"Oh I wouldn't." He took a registration book and a feather. "So, like, what are your names who do I need to get in touch with if you happen to die ?"
"Sir Blaze the Smartly Dressed ! And Fashionably Late.", the younger dragon eagerly answered.
"Sir Burnevere the Overly Educated.", the older dragon proudly answered.
"We're knights of the Square Table in Camelhot, always ready to serve our king King Allfire, and we're here for a quest !"
"Oh, knights, that's cool.", the inn-keeper commented.
He took a key and gave it to Sir Burnevere.
"OK the inn is empty. I think people are, like, scared now. Stupid rumors... I'll give you the room number 2, there're 2 beds. It'll be 6 golden coins."
"Thank ye."
Blaze took the money, which was in his bag, and paid.
"I suggest you guys, like, to go to your room before leaving in order to rest a little. You'll need that when you'll run. That's what I call dynamic tourism. The tourists, like, put themselves in danger just to see a legendary gem. At least those who survived looked satisfied."
"What kind of danger is there in this cave ?" Sir Blaze asked.
"Dunno, I never went there. I'm not crazy."
After having put Sir Burnevere's bag in their room (Sir Blaze insisted to bring his in the Neverreturning Cave because he thought that if by any chance it was colder in there, they'd be happy to wear something to be warm. Sir Burnevere protested but it was useless), the knights took their swords, went downstair and left the inn-keeper behind them.
"Dudes, if you happen to survive, remember you'll have breakfeast tomorrow if you spend the night here. And because you're knights, the pancakes will be, like, free !"
"Aw, how sweet !", exclaimed Sir Blaze. "Did you hear that, Burnevere ? Free pancakes !"
"Aye, and I have got to admit, I am rather excited at the thought.", he smiled. Dragons love pancakes.
They entered the Neverreturning Cave.
"What a shame." Sir Blaze said.
"Aye, it is." Sir Burnevere said.
"Dying for a diamond. I love gems, but still. People are stupid. Or maybe they're just like me when come Winter sales..."
"Oh ? I was actually thinking about the cave's name. The inn-keeper is a swindler, if there are some survivors, it should not be called the "Neverreturning Cave."
"Oh, true that."
It was getting darker. But sadly, it was still hot in there. Sadly again, they had to light up torches with their fire breath to see in front of them, and the flame made them feel even hotter.
"I wonder what kind of squalid horror we will find soon, Sir Blaze." said Burnevere, searching eveywhere with his torch.
"Yes. And I hope we'll survive.", added the Queen's son.
"Of course we will. We are knights of the Square Table. We always win."
"The inn-keeper said there's only a few survivors.", Blaze pondered, "So... Maybe just one of us will survive... Oh poo."
"Oh please, do not be so pesimistic." the Scotman snarled.
But these words gave him doubts. They hadn't the lucky squire that was Flicker with them. What if they failed. What if they had no luck. What if he died... Worse : what if Blaze died. It would be because of him. All his life he would feel guilty, he would feel he could have saved him but didn't. The queen, a mother, would punish him, but the worst part would that she would cry her eyes out, having lost her son, her baby. Princess Flame too, as she would find herself onlychild again. The atmosphere in Camelhot would be suddenly darker. Sir Blaze was special, but in a good way, he was a sunshine. As for Sir Burnevere himself... He would feel empty. He would miss him horribly. Maybe he couldn't live without his presence... He'd rather not think about that and kept walking.
Poo. Sir Blaze was thinking about that too. What if Sir Burnevere died. He would stop to be happy. Art wouldn't matter anymore. Same for fashion. For gardening. For colours. The scene of Burnevere's death would rewind over and over in his head. He and the other knights would miss his big words, his education, his presence. Camelhot would lose one of the best knights it ever had. He would have died because of his apprentice. Who wouldn't have done anything because he was too weak and wasn't made to be a knight. Camelhot would suffer with his depression. Maybe he wouldn't live without him... The thought made him shed a tear. He wiped it promptly and sniffed. Sir Burnevere heard that and turnt to him, frowning with worry as he saw the wet eyeballs.
"Sir Blaze ?", he asked in a worried voice, "Are ye crying ?"
"Tis but a sweatdrop", Blaze answered back to himself, "It's so hot in there."
"Yer eyes are sweating ?", the bookworm dragon said, raising an eyebrow.
"You're not me, how do you think I work ?"
Sir Burnevere pouted. He rolled his eyes, preventing himself from smirking at the silly answer and kept walking. He guessed why his friend cried. He probably got emotional at his own thought about his own death, he thought. Poor boy was sensitive.
They arrived to stairs. They began to go down. It was getting more and more silent, but also colder. Sir Blaze tried to change his mind in order to appease himself, and the silence was making him anxious. He immediatly made up a question, without thinking at all, with the very first words that popped up in his mind in disorder :
"Sir Burnevere, have you already been in love ?"
POO. Sir Burnevere stopped to walk, Sir Blaze bumped on him as he didn't see that. When he himself realized what he just asked, he facepalmed loudly, letting out a little "Ouch !" and blushed. Sir Burnevere turnt to him, eyes widened in confusion and surprise, face scarlet (Sir Blaze could tell it was scarlet, not red), with a tiny mouth.
".........W-w-w-w-what ?" he stammered.
"No no no, nevermind, nevermind ! I'm just trying to appease the athmosphere, and I... I... Gosh, is i-it hot in th-there !..." the younger knight stammered, as red than the fire on their torches and shaking his hands.
"It... It actually feels colder here..."
"Oh ? Oh... Oh ! O-oh yes you're right... I... Oh, let's stop before it get more embarrassing, would you.", said Sir Blaze, hiding his bright red face, overtooking Sir Burnevere walking fast in front of him.
Ah, yes it worked ! They weren't thinking about death anymore ! The Scotman looked confused, and, maybe... warm inside. He hesitated.
"Oh, I have been, aye, of course."
"You've be what ?", Sir Blaze asked.
"In love.". The older knight scratched the back of his head "I have been young me too."
Sir Blaze looked surprised and blushed very slightly. Oh. He was answering him. Maybe it wasn't a stupid, suspect question. Or... Was it ?!...
"Aye, once, or twice...", the Scottish knight pursued, "Aye, that's right, twice ! When I was in the Highlands."
Actually, it may had been thrice, but Sir Burnevere didn't love men. He knew it. So why did he want to count in the list a male named Logan he knew as a teenager ? He did feel the same feelings for him that he did for the two others... And for... Sir Blaze.
"The first woman's name was Louise. Aaah, my dear Louise...", he sighed dreamily, "My first love, my first kiss. Unfortunately, she was a peasant, and I was from the royal court. When our respective families found out, mine forbade me to see her again. But I was young, I was in love. I left my bedroom in secret to join her... Unfortunately, I never saw her again. Her family and her moved house."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.", Sir Blaze said, listening attentively.
"The second time, I was already knight in England, I had ran away from Scotland to avoid my royal responsabilities a while ago. I was already older, and I think ye r stepsister was an egg... Aye, that's right, she was just one. My second lover was an Irish human woman who came in England with her noble family, her name was Damsel Shella. Oh, how I loved her as well. I even planned to marry her ! But one day, I found out."
"What ?"
"The day I wanted to propose. I rushed to the place in which I woo'd her back then, I was sure I would find her. I was right, she was there... in the arms of another."
"Oh poo !"
"Poo indeed, my friend.", the taller dragon frowned, "I was hurt, heart-broken and horribly furious, I felt outraged and betrayed. I dared the man to fight me. He was a coward who did not even love her truly, apparently. As soon he saw I was a dragon with a sword, he ran away like a frightened doe. I won, but I did not propose. Not only she was heartbroken as she saw his reaction and I had enough respect for her to not make her day worse, but I also knew that day she never loved me."
"Oh, maybe I should'nt have asked that." the shorter dragon frowned, feeling guilty for bringing back bad memories.
"No no, worry not, yoong lad.". He patted the younger knight's back and gave him a smile, with a look mixing up sadness, tenderness and nostalgia. "It was a good question, I am too mysterious sometimes, I rarely talk about my past, and I know I should more, maybe it would help me, on the contrary."
Sir Blaze smiled back. Sir Burnevere's faded as a thought came in his mind. He looked away, scratched the back of his neck, and began to blush again. Maybe it was the occasion to ask.
"Well...", he said, forcing big toothed smile to look innocent, "Now we are talking about this subject... Eeeeer... Do ye... This is just out of curiosity, know that. Weell... *cough cough* Do ye... Happen... As ye are young and all... To be interested in someone at the moment ?"
OH.
"Oh ! Well...", Sir Blaze answered nervously, sweating and blushing again. "I... I-..."
OK guys, this fanfic is a M/M shipping fic about Sir Burnevere and Sir Blaze from Blazing Dragons, it's about how they found out about each other's love... and lust. Yes, this first part is PG, but the next part will be NSFW at some point.
I ship it. It went from "Lol it'd be funny" to "NEW OTP", I mean they're always standing next to each other, doing stuff together and/or looking and/or smiling at eachother (EPSECIALLY ESPECIALLY ESPECIALLY IN SEASON 2), how can you not crackship it ?!
The action takes place while the events of the Ice Try episode in which they don't appear, it's just said they went on a quest together. Here is the quest...
Blazing dragons, Sir Blaze, Sir Burnevere, Queen Griddle and King Allfire © Terry Jones
Fanfiction, idea, the inn-keeper, the Diamond of Destiny and theories © me
King Allfire looked bored and resigned at the same time, and rolled his eyes miserably. And the fact a strong heatwave was hitting Camelhot didn't help, he, just like his wife and his knight, was sweating and the sunshine made him want to sleep, or to take a cold bath, or anything.
"Yer majesty," Sir Burnevere bowed, "if this is what you wish for, I, Sir Burnevere the Overly Educated, shall bring this mystical diamond to ye here in Camelhot."
He pondered a moment.
"In which region is it exactly ?" he aksed.
"The legend says it is located in the Neverreturning Cave." she answered.
The name of this place made the Scottish knight shiver a little, but it was his duty as Knight of the Square Table.
"Alright, yer majesty. I shall go now." he said, turning on his heels.
But when he was about to leave the queen who was already dreaming out loud about her future new diamond and sharing her enthousiasm with her resigned husband, he stopped. He pondered. He hesitated. He decided to dare. He turnt to Queen Griddle and asked :
"Yer majesty, may Sir Blaze come with me on this quest ?"
Queen Giddle and King Allfire both raised an eyebrow.
"Sir Blaze ?", King Allfire repeated, "Why do you need help ? This is the kind of quest that only needs one knight, if you don't count squires, and not a big, important, useful one needing all of them."
His wife glared at him, so he shut up, smiling awkwardly.
"Allfire is right.", Queen Griddle added, "And why my son specifically ? Why not Sir Loungealot ? As much as I love my son and admire his work, Loungealot is by far more talented."
Sir Burnevere got nervous and embarrassed at the questions. He didn't feel the need to justify himself. But he had to, so he tried to, squeezing his hands nervously and looking sometimes down, sometimes away.
"I... I... I... Don't know, yer majesties ! IIIIII... Think the more quests he will have, the better he will become as a knight... Aye ! That's right ! And as I am one of yer oldest knights, sire, allow me to show him and to help him, yer youngest knight, for this time. Who knows ? Maybe one day he will be as good than ye."
Being compared to his stepson was an insult to Allfire. Griddle hesitated.
"Mmmmh, won't this be a bit dangerous for him to go with only one companion ? It would be better than alone, but..."
"My queen, remember Sir Blaze once saved Princess Flame and Loungealot's squire all by himself !"
"Yes ! And if this is dangerous, this will be perfect for him- I mean it'd be a perfect training for him, sweetheart !" said very enthusiastically King Allfire at the thought of losing Blaze.
"Well, alright.", Queen Griddle smiled, "Sometimes I forget he's not an egg anymore but a real man. Go find him, Sir Burnevere."
Sir Burnevere smiled.
According to the map (Sir Burnevere knew the line 896 of the Code of Chivalry prohibits knights from carrying maps but eh, no one was watching and Sir Blaze probably forgot about this rule), the Neverreturning Cave was on an island. Unfortunately, all the boats were taken. The 2 knights had no choice, they had to use their wings. They sighed, and flied over the sea. GREAT, as if having flied for the previous quest wasn't enough too. Dang, dragons hate flying so much, they don't even understand why what will be later called Darwin's evolution theory gave them wings. Especially on this heatwave. What a torture ! But they were knights. They had to get over it.
Sir Burnevere actually knew why he wanted Sir Blaze to come with him. For some reason, Sir Burnevere felt... happier when Sir Blaze was around him. And it only started not long ago.
Sir Burnevere was 9-years-younger than King Allfire and was one of his first knights. When King Allfire married Queen Griddle, she of course brought her 7,5-years-old son born from her previous marriage with Sir Hermann the Near-Sighted to Camelhot. Since the beginning, the little boy wanted to become a knight but showed signs of... flamboyance ? Always crazy with fashion and colours. Like the other knights, Sir Burnevere thought he was a desparate case and ignored the child the best he could. But personnally, he actually liked his enthousiasm. He still thought he wasn't made for chivalry. As the young boy grew more and more, he became more and more... "flaming" for such manly job. Also, he was naive, too energic and focused on stupid things such as the knights' armors' designs. Sir Burnevere tried to teach him the basics, seeing he really wanted to become like his late father and to impress his stepfather, but the young prince always got bored and immeditaly focused on other things such as the colour of the wallpaper. Sir Burnevere gave up eventually, thinking it was a desperate case. So when Blaze became a knight at the age of 17, Sir Burnevere knew it was because of privilege. He wasn't jealous, like Loungealot, but felt rather bad for him. His mother thought she was doing good for him, but she was actually penalyzing him. Sometimes, truth hurts but is healthy. Having no choice, Sir Burnevere accepted to adapt to young Blaze's presence. And it was hard. Even HIS OWN brain couldn't understand the difference between burnt sienna brown and cocoa brown, yet the Queen's son always proposed to teach the arts of colours, gardening, dancing and fashion. Just like the other knights, Burnevere made fun of him, but not in a mean way like Loungealot. He just couldn't understand this boy.
Then Sir Blaze grew up more. Years passed. He was still girly, but was very good at gym and at fencing (although he often used his sword for gardening), he became stronger, suppler, his chest swelled out thanks to pectoral muscles, and sport gave him an elegant slender figure. Sir Burnevere had a bit of hope for him. Maybe he could do something with his life, after all. Moreover... He found Blaze got more and more handsome with age. Of course, not the "I'm in love" kind of handsome, but just when one admits something is beautiful and nothing more. After all, he admitted Sir Loungealot's hair and moustache are beautiful, so he admitted Sir Blaze was a handsome young man too. But sometimes, for some reason, he caught himself staring at him or even walking to him for a moment before realizing and looking away or leaving before the other noticed. Beauty is beauty, but come on ! Anyway, that aside, he felt the same way for Blaze than he always did.
And then, happened this time Sir Blaze saved his stepsister and Sir Loungealot's young squire all alone and all by himself. Blaze left after a collective humiliaton that was the last straw. Sir Burnevere felt kind of guilty, but he always knew the boy wasn't made for chivalry, so maybe it was the better. But later, surprise ! Sir Blaze rescued Princess Flame and the young Flicker while all the Knights of the Square Table were going around in circles, and technically, he even saved them from a horrible monster ! Sir Burnevere was very impressed. Immensely. He was the first one to walk to him to congratulate him. Now he was sure : he was wrong all along ! Sir Burnevere the Overly Educated was the smart one, but he learnt that day that you can be different and special but that doesn't mean you can't do something, you just do it your way. He was proud of him, so he decided to start all over again and spend more time with him than he ever did rather than walking away or ignoring him.
And that was when everything changed.
Slowly, he felt closer to him, he was finally considering him like a friend rather than a nuisance after 20 years, but slowly again... Well... It actually changed when Sir Galahot and Sir Hotbreath left for a very long quest ; it'd been months they didn't come home, the proof they were alive was they sometimes sent a gift or a letter through the post office. That was sad, Sir Hotbreath was a very good friend of Burnevere's. As they were only 3 in the castle now, he and Sir Blaze had to spend even more time together (they knew Sir Loungealot ENOUGH), and Sir Blaze, who got hit by a gigantic fashion magic one day, even redesigned almost everyone's clothes style (even Evil Knights #1, 2 and 3's and Merle's !), his and Burnevere's included. And... He liked it. Brown was good on him. He considered it like a gift from Sir Blaze... who was now dressed in pink. Pink made him look... cute ?!... Why cute ? Oh, maybe it was a detail. But then again, it wasn't : Sir Burnevere learnt to understand him and made the effort to memorize the colours' differences, and he liked being with him more and more, surprised himself by standing next to him or sitting next to him on in front of him all by reflex, and even looked or smiled at anything he did or said ! Maybe he was beginning to feel like his best best best friend, he thought ? Well, unfortunately, no. He wasn't. One day, as they all were going to Greece, guess what happened ? The boat was fragile and Queen Griddle was heavy, eveybody had to grab something not to fall... Burnevere grabbed Sir Blaze's behind. Immediatly when he realized that, he let got and didn't look at Blaze for the remaining of the day. And worse : even before that, he, Blaze, Flicker and Sir Loungealot once had to enter Dread Count Geoffrey Dubueon Oppressor Par Excellence of the Poor and Weak's castle. Flicker had a plan, maybe they could had dressed as French maids. The knights laughed at him when they saw him crossdressed, Sir Blaze because it was a ridiculous dress to him. So he proposed to be the next one dressed as a maid to show how to really look convincing and elegant, according to him. When he left the fitting room... Flicker and his master were very surprised, he looked like an authentic woman but Sir Burnevere... Hoot McGregor. Sir Blaze was GORGEOUS. His legs, his hips, his lips, his silhouette in general, his dress... Sir Burnevere's brain exploded and his jaw dropped. He couldn't leave his eyes from him. Of course, he had to snap out of it, and to dress too. But whenever he could, he gazed at the young knight... And just on the previous quest, he was secretely very worried for the young dragon who went to figth the giant Dwight by himself, and was so proud and genuinely happy for him when he found his father's shield...
NO. Sir Burnevere shook his head. It wasn't love. It couldn't be. Can't heterosoxeual men admit they find a man hot without being homosexual ? Oh, and even if it was love, the relationship was impossible to work. First of all : Blaze needed to be interested back, of course. Who would be interested in the egghead he was ? Second : Blaze was a MAN. Sir Burnevere knew, or at least suspected Blaze wasn't into girls at all, but he wasn't like him, he was manly, he wasn't girly. And third : the age gap would be too big. Sir Blaze was 27,5-years-old, Sir Burnevere 51.
Sir Blaze, he, felt flattered for having been chosen. He felt very extatic ! A quest for him ! And jewels and gems were something raffinate enough for his own tastes, it was his kind of quest ! Oh, he couldn't wait to see what the Diamond of Destiny looked like ! But he was also happy for another reason : Sir Burnevere wanted to do this quest with him. Not only it meant he trusted him and thought he was able to succeed, but the best thing was that he simply was Sir Burnevere.
When Blaze's mother married King Allfire and became queen, the little boy, whose father disappeared when he was a baby, finally felt he had a family. He was so happy, he finally had a little sister ! She was just 3 and he was 7,5, but that was okay, one day she would be old enough to play, to teach or to talk with. She wasn't his blood sister, but he immediatly loved her. And as she was a girl, maybe one day he'd have someone to talk about girly and fashion things with ! Because Blaze never wanted to do what little boys were supposed to do. He played dolls, he knew how to sew and knit, he loved flowers, colours (pink included) and clothes, and he once had a brief crush on one of his classmates... who was a boy like him. Yes, Blaze was different and knew it. He had known since that day that he wasn't interested in women and would never be. But that was okay, he concluded it was natural and that no one had to be clones, and as for his hobbies, he concluded that it wasn't his fault if people had not his delicate tastes. But unfortunately, the dragonlet had no friend. All the boys of his age made fun of him, and his crush too. He tried really hard to impress who he wanted to consider like his father, but the latter was distant. Years later, Blaze concluded he was ashamed of him, but he was too young back then, so he didn't understand. At least, his dear mommy loved him, listened to him and reasurred to him, telling him he was just like his late father, Sir Hermann the Near-Sighted, who loved clothes and sewing but was still a brave knight.
From then on, the young prince decided to become a knight. Chivalry became a new passion to him, and he was determined to become one to make a tribute to his father, to be accepted by the others, to serve and proof his loyalty to his stepfather and king, and to proof you could be both effeminate and brave. So he started to see the Square Table Knights. He did all he could to impress them, he talked to them, he asked them questions, he followed them, he commented what they did and thought, he gave them advices like what kind of amor could fit their eyes better or replacing swords by daggers would look more elegant... He was very enthusiastic and determined, but they ignored him and felt bored by his presence. But he couldn't help admiring them and his momsy always shouted at them to be nice to him, it gave him hope. One of them, Sir Burnevere, was very tall to his child's eyes, and he always spoke with big words he didn't understand with a heavy Scottish accent. Blaze had always loved this knight's accent. The way he enhanced the h's and rolled the r's for example was very impressive to him and he thought it was manly. More than the others, probably because of his intelligence, he understood the prince was just asking to be a knight and he decided to teach him the basics. But it was so boring... What ? Knights are just fighters fancily dressed, they didn't need theory ! The wallpaper was more interesting. Like if he read his mind, the Scottish dragon quickly gave up and began to ignore him like the others. Blaze felt disappointed... Was it because of himself, after all ? No, he later thought not, because when he turnt 17, King Allfire dubbed him knight. A dream come true, he did it ! he knew it ! He could finally be like his father and be with his heroes, and the suit his mother made for him for the dubbing was just fabulous ! Best day ever ! But now, he had to do more exercise. Gardening wasn't enough, fencing and gym were better sports, elegant and effective.
The time passed, he became stronger, suppler, his chest swelled out thanks to pectoral muscles, and sport gave him an elegant slender figure. He was still himself, though, and he loved it. Now he was tall, so the king and his knights, whom Sir Burnevere, didn't looked as gigantic than he used to think. Sir Burnevere was still very tall. The years passed, some of them aged, him included, but he aged very good. He was still very tall, with a severe look on his eyes enhanced by thick eyebrows, he was always standing straight, his accent was manlier than ever, his words became much less incomprehensible as he did an effort to use a dictionary and an encyclopedia (and the definitions proofed him he was even smarter and wiser than he thought and earned even more respect), and he was thin yet obviously strong, muscular but no as much than Sir Galahot. His arms and his torso proofed he had discret biceps and pectoral muscles. He was older than many years ago (OF COURSE !), but oddly, he looked even more... handsome. Was he just aging really well ? Was Blaze changing his mind about him as he was growing up ? He didn't know.
Globally, Sir Blaze the Smartly Dressed kept acting like he always used to with the knights in hope to be one day accepted, and Sir Burnevere wasn't an exception. But he liked to follow him better because he instinctivly remembered he had been wise for having tried to help him vainly. Although he mocked him with the others. Blaze didn't think it was intended to be mean, but it still hurt him.
But one day, a last mocking was the last straw. Being a knight was a mistake, Sir Blaze decided to become a hermit. He felt hurt, angry and lost faith in all, even in Sir Burnevere who was with them. But fate made him rescue all these idiots with his dear little sister and her boyfriend (the effeminate dragon was sure something was going on between Flame and Flicker) too. For the first time in his life, he found himself being a real knight, fighting, using strategy and rescueing. His "difference" even saved his companions ! After 20 years, he got the recognition he'd been asking for so long. He felt especially proud when Sir Burnevere himself made the first move to pat him on the shoulder and to smile at him, meaning "Congratulations" ; he knew he wasn't a brute ! He was proud of him, so he decided to start all over again and spent more time with him than he ever did rather than walking away or ignoring him. Sir Blaze was happy at the thought of finally having a friend maybe, and at the thought that he was finally accepted by all as himself. He succeeded in his goal ; it took long but it was so worth it !
And that was when everything changed.
Slowly, he felt closer to him, he was finally considering him like his first friend rather than an idol. It actually changed when Sir Galahot and Sir Hotbreath left for a very long quest ; it'd been months they didn't come home, the proof they were alive was they sometimes sent a gift or a letter through the post office. Sir Hotbreath was a good friend of Burnevere's, and Sir Blaze felt sorry for him. As for Sir Hotbreath, he used to be very harsh with him, but they recently went on better terms and it was sad he left before they could become friends. As they were only 3 in the castle now, he and Sir Burnevere had to spend even more time together (they knew Sir Loungealot ENOUGH), and one day, coming from nowhere, Sir Blaze the Smartly Dressed and Fashionably Late felt the gigantic fanshionable urge to redesign every willing person he knew, and redesigned almost everyone's clothes style (even Evil Knights #1, 2 and 3's and Merle's ! Why not ? Even villains have to be evil with style, fashion knows no limits), his and Burnevere's included. He made him something brown (and not taupe) because he thought this color showcased his scales... He looked even more handsome now. It was like a gift, he was happy to help, and even more satisfied and flattered when the Scottish knight told him he did like it. As for himself, pink was good. And he was very happy to see the roles were reversed and that the Overly Educated tried really hard to learn the differences between shades of colours in order to understand the Smartly Dressed better, just like when the Smartly Dressed learnt a lot of vocabulary to understand the Overly Educated. He tried to understand him too, and that was very... cute and sweet ? It was maybe just a detail, but he really found him handsome, he liked being with him more and more, surprised himself at standing next to him or sitting next to him or in front of him all by reflex, and even looked or smiled at anything he did or said ! Maybe he was beginning to feel like his best best best friend, he thought ? Well, no, he wasn't. One day, the sight of a drop-dead gorgeous damsel in distress made Sir Burnevere and Sir Loungealot go cuckoo while Sir Blaze was just admiring her dress. And seeing Sir Burnevere going cuckoo for a woman made him feel... jealous ?! Why jealous !? He did feel jealousy ! He didn't show it but felt it, he remembered it ! Do you feel that for a friend ? Not only that, but another day, as they all were going to Greece, guess what happened ? The boat was fragile and Sir Blaze's mommy was heavy, eveybody had to grab something not to fall. Blaze grabbed a mast, Burnevere grabbed Sir Blaze's... behind. As soon he felt hands on this part of his body, Blaze gasped and blushed, not sure if he was feeling surprised or outraged. But as soon he realized who the hands belonged to, he blushed even more and no sound came out of his mouth for a long moment. He didn't tell him anything the remaining of the day. But he had to look at him when he won at serf toss. He was so proud of him, and so overwhelmed and so eager and so impressed too ! What a man ! What a man ! And before that, something strange happened a day he, Si Burnevere, Flicker and Sir Loungealot had to enter Dread Count Geoffrey Dubueon Oppressor Par Excellence of the Poor and Weak's castle. Flicker had a plan, maybe they could had dressed as French maids. The knights laughed at him when they saw him crossdressed, Sir Blaze because it was a ridiculous dress to him. So he proposed to be the next one dressed as a maid to show how to really look convincing and elegant. When he left the fitting room... Flicker and his master were very surprised, he looked like an authentic woman but Sir Burnevere... His eyes were huge and wouldn't leave him, and he was jawdropping ; he was actually a bit looking like he did when he saw the beautiful damsel. This reaction made Blaze shyly blush a little. When Sir Burnevere snapped out of it and dressed as a maid too, Sir Blaze gazed at him whenever he could. He was cute. Silly but funny and incredibly cute. Moreover, it did feel good and flattering to see the Scottish knight looking oddly at him, and he did feel good in this dress ; he smiled seductively at the Scottish whenever he was looking somewhere else, and he...
YES. Sir Blaze couldn't lie to himself anymore. He did end up to fall in love with Sir Burnevere. Would it be temporary like with his former classmate ? Would it be very long and real ? Anyway, he could just dream, the relationship was impossible to work. First : Sir Burnevere obviously only loved women, he looked interested in him only when he was dressed as one, it didn't proof anything. Second : his mother always wanted him to find a girl to marry. And third : the age gap would be too big. Sir Burnevere was 51-years-old, Sir Blaze 27,5.
The silence as they were flying was getting weird. The 2 knights realized they'd been lost in their thoughts and were maybe making the other feeling awkward. They both puzzled, and between two breathings due to the exhausting flight, Sir Blaze was the first one to say something :
"Is it hot out there !... I mean, the weather..."
"Aye, it is.", Sir Burnevere answered between 2 breathings, "It has been very long since the last time the sky had been that sunny and that hot in England. I wonder if it's the same in Scotland at the moment."
"I should have worn something lighter, maybe I would have felt better."
"Do not be ridiculous, Sir Blaze. A knight's armor is made to be comfortable in any situation. It's just that the sun is particulary brigther this week, and... The flight... does not help... our c-case..."
Their bodies (and the bags on their backs) were feeling heavier.
"Oh, I wish we... will find... an inn as soon we'll land...", Sir Blaze complained, "To rest... To have a cold bath... To put our bags on the ground and let... our backs.... be..."
Their wings were getting painful.
"A-aye... An icy bath would be greatly appreciated...", Sir Burnevere breathed, almost choking on his own lungs, "And these bloody bags... Why are they... they that heavy anyway ?..."
"Oh, I just... I just thought... I could add one item or 2...", Sir Blaze answered with an awkward ashamed smile.
"Ye WHAT ?!?" Sir Burnevere exclaimed in one last breathing.
That was it. Their lungs and wings couldn't anymore, they let themselves fall, screaming. They heavily fell on the ground, eating some earth in the process. Sir Burnevere shook his head and dusted his armor, spitting out earth.
"What did ye put in these ?!" he asked angrily.
Sir Blaze looked up at the sky innocently, pretending to enter a big reflection (because he knew he was wrong but he didn't want to admit)
"Weeell", he answered scratching his head, "with the map, the weapons, the money, the cooking tools and the food, I miiiiiiight have put a few... fabrics..."
Sir Burnevere's nostrils sent smoke.
"Why on Saint George did ye do that !?" he snarled.
"Burnevere, understand me !", Sir Blaze said with a shrug, "We're looking for a diamond ! A colourful gem ! I had to bring some colourful materials all of different shades to see with which one it would match the most in the end ! So I will see what cloth I will use to make a dress for momsy ! So she will wear a dress perfectly matching her new jewel. It's an important matter, you know."
To justify himself, the fashionista knight opened a bag and showed its content ; very rich, bright-couloured fabrics.
"And couldn't ye just WAIT for being home before comparing the Diamond of Destiny with these ?!" Sir Burnevere asked, arms crossed and foot patting on the ground.
"Yes, but the sooner the better ! I would finish the dress earlier this way ! And look, I let some space for the diamond in your bag, so we can say you were holding less weight than me."
Sir Burnevere facepalmed. Sir Blaze could be irritating sometimes with his absurd sense of priorities. But that was him. Sir Burnevere knew he couldn't argue more. Knowing Blaze, he wouldn't admit he was in the wrong and if he was too angry, he could even fly off to Camelhot, like when he left Camelhot to become a hermit. The bookworm dragon had no choice but stop here. At least until the quest ended.
"Alright.", Sir Burnevere sighed, "Let us not discuss that forever. Put back the pieces of clothes in their bag and let us look for a place in which we would let Morpheus wrap us in his magical cape as soon Artemis would have raised."
He meant "a place in which we would sleep tonight", Sir Blaze understood. It was funny, he used to not understand his words at all, but now, he was the one who explained to people what Sir Burnevere just said.
Sir Blaze took his bag and followed his companion. The forest was dark and humid. No matter how dark the trees' shadows were, the weather was still as hot than ever. The 2 dragons were tired from their flight and hurt from their fall, so it didn't help.
"I'll never know how to land correctly." Sir Blaze grumbled.
Sir Burnevere thought a few seconds before a crooked smirk began to appear on his face as he was preventing himself from laughing.
"At least, we do not do as many damages than Sir Loungealot." he chuckled.
Sir Blaze made an "Oh !" and began to laugh loudly, so did Sir Burnevere.
"Ha ha ha ha, and flying must be a torture for him too !" Sir Blaze laughed.
"Especially as he never does any sport !" Sir Burnevere added.
They kept walking in the forest and the heat, not even noticing them anymore, laughing hysterically.
"It's better for everyone if he doesn't fly, because of the way he lands. I'm sure he's the cause of earthquakes in Asia !" Sir Blaze cried of laughter.
"Do ye remember what he said on the previous quest ? It was like if he compared himself with the tropical jungle... Which was dense ! Ha ha ha ha !"
"And if he ever flies under the sun, it'll look like an eclipse, ha ha ha ha !"
They were approaching a house. They didn't notice it at first, because of the tears in their eyes.
"And and and !...", Sir Burnevere tried to add, "I wonder if all of his grease is going to melt with such a heatwave ! He is probably feeling so hot as we speak, he probably drank all the moats' water !"
"Ha ha ha, the poor thing still would not be as hot than you ! And he-"
When the information reached their brains, the 2 dragons stopped to laugh, Blaze covered his mouth in shock with one hand. OOPS. They both stood still, with a poker face, staring at emptiness. They dared to turn their eyeballs in direction of each other, but quickly looked away, sweating twice more than they already did.
"Errr... Ahem !", Sir Burnevere coughed. "Thank ye I suppose. For someone of my age, it is a compliment to see I still look fresh to the next generation, he he... HEM no ! By fresh, I meant, I meant... Heeeeem..."
He facepalmed, taking advantage on the fact that Sir Blaze was looking away to not see that.
"Is... Is it hot out there, or is it just me ?..." Sir Blaze said, fanning himself with his hand, holding an awkward crooked smile.
"Well, England is knowing a strong heatwave, after all... Er... OH LOOK ! An inn !"
Both were relieved to notice the house. They said nothing more and rushed to it. On the sign was written "Inn of the Diamond of Destiny. Breakfeast included. WARNING : Don't enter the Neverreturning Cave if you think you'll die. 'Cause it's, like, very possible. Actually a lot of visitors don't come back, so we, like, would like you to pay in advance. But you can try to look at the Diamond of Destiny if you're sure you'll survive if you want. The inn takes no responsability in anything." It sounded promising. The 2 dragons looked at each other with a incredulous look and agreed with their eyes on one point : they were approaching their goal.
They entered through the door. The reception was clean. Rustic but lovely. Sir Burnevere approached of the bell put on the office and rang it. Immediatly, a purple dragon with long blonde hair hiding his eyes anc smoking a pipe came.
"Hi dudes !", he said waving at them, "So you're, like, here to take a look at the legendary Diamond of Destiny ? Sure thing, I just hope you read the sign well. You did, right ?"
"We did, indeed." Sir Burnevere nodded.
"Oh, good. Because a lot of people, like, don't know how to read, and I hate repeating. Some of the illeterates don't even know, like, what the Diamond of Destiny is, they just come because, like, they think that's a normal inn. I allow customers only if they want to visit the the cave. That's honest, right ?"
"I suppose. Ye do not lie to people on the sign. Ye do not hide the dangers."
"Oh I wouldn't." He took a registration book and a feather. "So, like, what are your names who do I need to get in touch with if you happen to die ?"
"Sir Blaze the Smartly Dressed ! And Fashionably Late.", the younger dragon eagerly answered.
"Sir Burnevere the Overly Educated.", the older dragon proudly answered.
"We're knights of the Square Table in Camelhot, always ready to serve our king King Allfire, and we're here for a quest !"
"Oh, knights, that's cool.", the inn-keeper commented.
He took a key and gave it to Sir Burnevere.
"OK the inn is empty. I think people are, like, scared now. Stupid rumors... I'll give you the room number 2, there're 2 beds. It'll be 6 golden coins."
"Thank ye."
Blaze took the money, which was in his bag, and paid.
"I suggest you guys, like, to go to your room before leaving in order to rest a little. You'll need that when you'll run. That's what I call dynamic tourism. The tourists, like, put themselves in danger just to see a legendary gem. At least those who survived looked satisfied."
"What kind of danger is there in this cave ?" Sir Blaze asked.
"Dunno, I never went there. I'm not crazy."
After having put Sir Burnevere's bag in their room (Sir Blaze insisted to bring his in the Neverreturning Cave because he thought that if by any chance it was colder in there, they'd be happy to wear something to be warm. Sir Burnevere protested but it was useless), the knights took their swords, went downstair and left the inn-keeper behind them.
"Dudes, if you happen to survive, remember you'll have breakfeast tomorrow if you spend the night here. And because you're knights, the pancakes will be, like, free !"
"Aw, how sweet !", exclaimed Sir Blaze. "Did you hear that, Burnevere ? Free pancakes !"
"Aye, and I have got to admit, I am rather excited at the thought.", he smiled. Dragons love pancakes.
They entered the Neverreturning Cave.
"What a shame." Sir Blaze said.
"Aye, it is." Sir Burnevere said.
"Dying for a diamond. I love gems, but still. People are stupid. Or maybe they're just like me when come Winter sales..."
"Oh ? I was actually thinking about the cave's name. The inn-keeper is a swindler, if there are some survivors, it should not be called the "Neverreturning Cave."
"Oh, true that."
It was getting darker. But sadly, it was still hot in there. Sadly again, they had to light up torches with their fire breath to see in front of them, and the flame made them feel even hotter.
"I wonder what kind of squalid horror we will find soon, Sir Blaze." said Burnevere, searching eveywhere with his torch.
"Yes. And I hope we'll survive.", added the Queen's son.
"Of course we will. We are knights of the Square Table. We always win."
"The inn-keeper said there's only a few survivors.", Blaze pondered, "So... Maybe just one of us will survive... Oh poo."
"Oh please, do not be so pesimistic." the Scotman snarled.
But these words gave him doubts. They hadn't the lucky squire that was Flicker with them. What if they failed. What if they had no luck. What if he died... Worse : what if Blaze died. It would be because of him. All his life he would feel guilty, he would feel he could have saved him but didn't. The queen, a mother, would punish him, but the worst part would that she would cry her eyes out, having lost her son, her baby. Princess Flame too, as she would find herself onlychild again. The atmosphere in Camelhot would be suddenly darker. Sir Blaze was special, but in a good way, he was a sunshine. As for Sir Burnevere himself... He would feel empty. He would miss him horribly. Maybe he couldn't live without his presence... He'd rather not think about that and kept walking.
Poo. Sir Blaze was thinking about that too. What if Sir Burnevere died. He would stop to be happy. Art wouldn't matter anymore. Same for fashion. For gardening. For colours. The scene of Burnevere's death would rewind over and over in his head. He and the other knights would miss his big words, his education, his presence. Camelhot would lose one of the best knights it ever had. He would have died because of his apprentice. Who wouldn't have done anything because he was too weak and wasn't made to be a knight. Camelhot would suffer with his depression. Maybe he wouldn't live without him... The thought made him shed a tear. He wiped it promptly and sniffed. Sir Burnevere heard that and turnt to him, frowning with worry as he saw the wet eyeballs.
"Sir Blaze ?", he asked in a worried voice, "Are ye crying ?"
"Tis but a sweatdrop", Blaze answered back to himself, "It's so hot in there."
"Yer eyes are sweating ?", the bookworm dragon said, raising an eyebrow.
"You're not me, how do you think I work ?"
Sir Burnevere pouted. He rolled his eyes, preventing himself from smirking at the silly answer and kept walking. He guessed why his friend cried. He probably got emotional at his own thought about his own death, he thought. Poor boy was sensitive.
They arrived to stairs. They began to go down. It was getting more and more silent, but also colder. Sir Blaze tried to change his mind in order to appease himself, and the silence was making him anxious. He immediatly made up a question, without thinking at all, with the very first words that popped up in his mind in disorder :
"Sir Burnevere, have you already been in love ?"
POO. Sir Burnevere stopped to walk, Sir Blaze bumped on him as he didn't see that. When he himself realized what he just asked, he facepalmed loudly, letting out a little "Ouch !" and blushed. Sir Burnevere turnt to him, eyes widened in confusion and surprise, face scarlet (Sir Blaze could tell it was scarlet, not red), with a tiny mouth.
".........W-w-w-w-what ?" he stammered.
"No no no, nevermind, nevermind ! I'm just trying to appease the athmosphere, and I... I... Gosh, is i-it hot in th-there !..." the younger knight stammered, as red than the fire on their torches and shaking his hands.
"It... It actually feels colder here..."
"Oh ? Oh... Oh ! O-oh yes you're right... I... Oh, let's stop before it get more embarrassing, would you.", said Sir Blaze, hiding his bright red face, overtooking Sir Burnevere walking fast in front of him.
Ah, yes it worked ! They weren't thinking about death anymore ! The Scotman looked confused, and, maybe... warm inside. He hesitated.
"Oh, I have been, aye, of course."
"You've be what ?", Sir Blaze asked.
"In love.". The older knight scratched the back of his head "I have been young me too."
Sir Blaze looked surprised and blushed very slightly. Oh. He was answering him. Maybe it wasn't a stupid, suspect question. Or... Was it ?!...
"Aye, once, or twice...", the Scottish knight pursued, "Aye, that's right, twice ! When I was in the Highlands."
Actually, it may had been thrice, but Sir Burnevere didn't love men. He knew it. So why did he want to count in the list a male named Logan he knew as a teenager ? He did feel the same feelings for him that he did for the two others... And for... Sir Blaze.
"The first woman's name was Louise. Aaah, my dear Louise...", he sighed dreamily, "My first love, my first kiss. Unfortunately, she was a peasant, and I was from the royal court. When our respective families found out, mine forbade me to see her again. But I was young, I was in love. I left my bedroom in secret to join her... Unfortunately, I never saw her again. Her family and her moved house."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.", Sir Blaze said, listening attentively.
"The second time, I was already knight in England, I had ran away from Scotland to avoid my royal responsabilities a while ago. I was already older, and I think ye r stepsister was an egg... Aye, that's right, she was just one. My second lover was an Irish human woman who came in England with her noble family, her name was Damsel Shella. Oh, how I loved her as well. I even planned to marry her ! But one day, I found out."
"What ?"
"The day I wanted to propose. I rushed to the place in which I woo'd her back then, I was sure I would find her. I was right, she was there... in the arms of another."
"Oh poo !"
"Poo indeed, my friend.", the taller dragon frowned, "I was hurt, heart-broken and horribly furious, I felt outraged and betrayed. I dared the man to fight me. He was a coward who did not even love her truly, apparently. As soon he saw I was a dragon with a sword, he ran away like a frightened doe. I won, but I did not propose. Not only she was heartbroken as she saw his reaction and I had enough respect for her to not make her day worse, but I also knew that day she never loved me."
"Oh, maybe I should'nt have asked that." the shorter dragon frowned, feeling guilty for bringing back bad memories.
"No no, worry not, yoong lad.". He patted the younger knight's back and gave him a smile, with a look mixing up sadness, tenderness and nostalgia. "It was a good question, I am too mysterious sometimes, I rarely talk about my past, and I know I should more, maybe it would help me, on the contrary."
Sir Blaze smiled back. Sir Burnevere's faded as a thought came in his mind. He looked away, scratched the back of his neck, and began to blush again. Maybe it was the occasion to ask.
"Well...", he said, forcing big toothed smile to look innocent, "Now we are talking about this subject... Eeeeer... Do ye... This is just out of curiosity, know that. Weell... *cough cough* Do ye... Happen... As ye are young and all... To be interested in someone at the moment ?"
OH.
"Oh ! Well...", Sir Blaze answered nervously, sweating and blushing again. "I... I-..."
OK guys, this fanfic is a M/M shipping fic about Sir Burnevere and Sir Blaze from Blazing Dragons, it's about how they found out about each other's love... and lust. Yes, this first part is PG, but the next part will be NSFW at some point.
I ship it. It went from "Lol it'd be funny" to "NEW OTP", I mean they're always standing next to each other, doing stuff together and/or looking and/or smiling at eachother (EPSECIALLY ESPECIALLY ESPECIALLY IN SEASON 2), how can you not crackship it ?!
The action takes place while the events of the Ice Try episode in which they don't appear, it's just said they went on a quest together. Here is the quest...
Blazing dragons, Sir Blaze, Sir Burnevere, Queen Griddle and King Allfire © Terry Jones
Fanfiction, idea, the inn-keeper, the Diamond of Destiny and theories © me
Category Story / All
Species Dragon (Other)
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File Size 30 kB
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