david tennant
daydream believer
Alexander hadn’t replied to any of what Nikolai spoke to him. He had just turned his focus solely on the flowers that surrounded him. They always helped ease his mind. He didn’t know what it was about the greenery. He just knew that he adores it. The scent of the flowers grew stronger the deeper that he got into the gardens. He soon found himself near some lavender. He took a seat on a bench not far from it, closing his eyes after he did so. This scent alone was enough to help ease him into the drowsiness he had been hoping to soon find. He was absolutely exhausted and there wasn’t anything more that he wanted than to get some sleep.
Actually, he might’ve wanted Nikolai’s true forgiveness more than sleep.
He didn’t last long in the gardens before he forced himself to stand and make his way back towards his room. His steps were slow while he did so, the sound echoing against the walls. The only other people awake were the guards that were patrolling the palace. He didn’t exchange glanced with them when he passed. He focused solely on the path that his feet were currently taking him in. The familiar halls were a comfort to him, one he was grateful for. It wasn’t often he could say something like that. This place had been his home for such a long time. He thought he was beginning to grow tired of it. He guessed that he wasn’t.
He soon found himself back in front of the door that led to his chambers. He quickly opened it before stepping inside. He only slid his shoes off, keeping the entirety of his clothes on. He collapsed in the bed once to it. He pulled the heavy comforter over his body and was quickly asleep.
His dreams were much different that evening though. He couldn’t recognize the place that he found himself in, nor was he located in his own body. It was as if he was floating above the scene occurring around him. He could hear the loud wails coming from the area surrounding him. The room was completely trashed. Things had been thrown and scattered around him. The scene shifted before he could attempt to step forward. He was then moving through a hall. The crying was getting louder. He then noticed the blood that was splattered. It turned his nonexistent stomach. He knew he might’ve thrown up if he had truly been there.
This was unlike anything that he had seen before. There were people lying about. He couldn’t tell if they were unconscious or dead. He was hoping for the former. His vision turned right and he found himself staring at a little boy. The child couldn’t be more than ten. Tears were streaming down his face, though he wasn’t the source of the crying. The child oddly resembled Nikolai, but he couldn’t place why that might be. The sound of footsteps approaching from behind him grew louder the closer they got. “This is all your fault, boy. Never forget that.” It was a mix between a hiss and a growl. The words only made the child cry more.
He wished to reach a hand out, to comfort him. He was whisked away before he could. Each moment was a flash then. He saw more damage than he could imagine. People, no sirens, were injured and crying. Their city had been completely ruined. He was shoved from the dream before he could see anything else.
He woke up, chest heaving at what he just witnessed. His eyes were wide as he sat up. His shirt was soaked with sweat. He shakily got to his feet and made his way to his washroom. He splashed cold water on his face. He then forced himself to shower. He couldn’t get the images from his head though. They were there every time that he blinked. He hated it. It was almost as if they were burned into his retinas. Once he was dressed in appropriate enough attire for the day, he made his way towards the dining hall. He knew they would be eating with the siren royal family that day. He was hoping he could speak to Nikolai as well.
Actually, he might’ve wanted Nikolai’s true forgiveness more than sleep.
He didn’t last long in the gardens before he forced himself to stand and make his way back towards his room. His steps were slow while he did so, the sound echoing against the walls. The only other people awake were the guards that were patrolling the palace. He didn’t exchange glanced with them when he passed. He focused solely on the path that his feet were currently taking him in. The familiar halls were a comfort to him, one he was grateful for. It wasn’t often he could say something like that. This place had been his home for such a long time. He thought he was beginning to grow tired of it. He guessed that he wasn’t.
He soon found himself back in front of the door that led to his chambers. He quickly opened it before stepping inside. He only slid his shoes off, keeping the entirety of his clothes on. He collapsed in the bed once to it. He pulled the heavy comforter over his body and was quickly asleep.
His dreams were much different that evening though. He couldn’t recognize the place that he found himself in, nor was he located in his own body. It was as if he was floating above the scene occurring around him. He could hear the loud wails coming from the area surrounding him. The room was completely trashed. Things had been thrown and scattered around him. The scene shifted before he could attempt to step forward. He was then moving through a hall. The crying was getting louder. He then noticed the blood that was splattered. It turned his nonexistent stomach. He knew he might’ve thrown up if he had truly been there.
This was unlike anything that he had seen before. There were people lying about. He couldn’t tell if they were unconscious or dead. He was hoping for the former. His vision turned right and he found himself staring at a little boy. The child couldn’t be more than ten. Tears were streaming down his face, though he wasn’t the source of the crying. The child oddly resembled Nikolai, but he couldn’t place why that might be. The sound of footsteps approaching from behind him grew louder the closer they got. “This is all your fault, boy. Never forget that.” It was a mix between a hiss and a growl. The words only made the child cry more.
He wished to reach a hand out, to comfort him. He was whisked away before he could. Each moment was a flash then. He saw more damage than he could imagine. People, no sirens, were injured and crying. Their city had been completely ruined. He was shoved from the dream before he could see anything else.
He woke up, chest heaving at what he just witnessed. His eyes were wide as he sat up. His shirt was soaked with sweat. He shakily got to his feet and made his way to his washroom. He splashed cold water on his face. He then forced himself to shower. He couldn’t get the images from his head though. They were there every time that he blinked. He hated it. It was almost as if they were burned into his retinas. Once he was dressed in appropriate enough attire for the day, he made his way towards the dining hall. He knew they would be eating with the siren royal family that day. He was hoping he could speak to Nikolai as well.