Nyxione
aka darkflames13
David finding Q under the bed?
David opened his eyes and stared at the blurry ceiling above him. Sleep was something that didn't come to him often when he wanted it to; which was why when it does decide to come to him when he wills it, he would make the most out of it and rest as much as he could--but that was in the past now, back when he could still sleep in and not worry about what the next day would bring. Now he made sure to be up early--sleep or no sleep. Prison life wasn't easy. Falling asleep had already been an arduous task for him before, but it became even harder once they were behind bars. One needed to keep an eye open, remain vigilante at all times. But they weren't in prison, now were they? They were out of there. They were safe now.
Safe. He closed his eyes as he let the word sink in. Were they really safe though? It didn't feel like it. David opened his eyes again. The same cream coloured ceiling he was staring at mere seconds ago greeted him. For some reason, David thought he was going to see a bleak grey instead, thought that maybe this was all just a dream he was having. He shook his head and sat up. His hand then mechanically went over to where his glasses lay on the bedside table and put them on. It was time to wake up the others. David got up from his bed and walked to the door, tying his hair as he did. It was longer that it was four years ago. Up-keeping his appearance wasn't exactly a high priority for him in prison. He wasn't trying to impress anyone, so why should he be bothered? He did, however, get the occasional haircut when he felt that his hair was getting too long, but for the most part he didn't. He really should cut some of it off, but David found that he somewhat liked it at it's current length.
Just as he was about to open the door and step out into the hall, David abruptly stopped and turned around as he remembered something. Quickly turning around, he walked back to where his bed was and crouched down to look under it. He remembered how Q had a habit of sleeping under his cot, he knew that old habits don't die easily; David simply had to check. Turns out he his was right. It was just as he thought. A sigh escaped through his lips at the sight before him. There he was. Q. He looked at the grown man under his bed. David wasn't annoyed to find him there, he was worried.
"Q..." David reached out and shook him a bit. "Q, wake up. It's morning. Please don't tell me you slept there all night," He already knew that was exactly what happened but found the need to say it nonetheless. "It's not good for you."
Safe. He closed his eyes as he let the word sink in. Were they really safe though? It didn't feel like it. David opened his eyes again. The same cream coloured ceiling he was staring at mere seconds ago greeted him. For some reason, David thought he was going to see a bleak grey instead, thought that maybe this was all just a dream he was having. He shook his head and sat up. His hand then mechanically went over to where his glasses lay on the bedside table and put them on. It was time to wake up the others. David got up from his bed and walked to the door, tying his hair as he did. It was longer that it was four years ago. Up-keeping his appearance wasn't exactly a high priority for him in prison. He wasn't trying to impress anyone, so why should he be bothered? He did, however, get the occasional haircut when he felt that his hair was getting too long, but for the most part he didn't. He really should cut some of it off, but David found that he somewhat liked it at it's current length.
Just as he was about to open the door and step out into the hall, David abruptly stopped and turned around as he remembered something. Quickly turning around, he walked back to where his bed was and crouched down to look under it. He remembered how Q had a habit of sleeping under his cot, he knew that old habits don't die easily; David simply had to check. Turns out he his was right. It was just as he thought. A sigh escaped through his lips at the sight before him. There he was. Q. He looked at the grown man under his bed. David wasn't annoyed to find him there, he was worried.
"Q..." David reached out and shook him a bit. "Q, wake up. It's morning. Please don't tell me you slept there all night," He already knew that was exactly what happened but found the need to say it nonetheless. "It's not good for you."