We're The Jones' | Chapter 54 |
Rated T for Fluff
Trigger Warnings: Phobia of Flying, Alcoholism/Drug Mention
Featuring David Jones and his domestic life. Meeting the lady of his life and building a home and family with her…
Instead of flapping and honing in on his fear he focused on the things that he did enjoy about a plane flight. Even if few and far between. The motion itself did relax him. The feeling of floating, could be just as comforting as it could frightening. The whir of the engine and that consistency in the near distance, all the same. He felt neutral towards the mid-air journey, it was definitely the take off and landing that had him shook the most. He didn’t make a big fuss. He never did usually make a scene out of his own thoughts or feelings, if anything, plain and poignant statements here and there. One could always tell something was wrong though. If it hadn’t of been so far away, and he had been travelling alone, he’d have gone for the QE2 over the flights. But he did not want to delay their moment, he was too excited to wait the full weeks of the journey on the boat.
But what had instilled such fear in him to fly in the first place? Well it was not exactly the safest industry out there but then again; more so than cars. He remembered the time that truly left him terrified to ever board a plane again. It was on the return to England from Cyprus in 1971. He had invited Woody and Mick along with him and Angie to take a short holiday in between their hectic and flourishing career. Their flight there had been a little rocky, but nothing unusual. Concords were still in commision back then, flights were quicker, but almost blew your ears out in the process. The journey home, David had settled upon a window seat as he did like to let his gaze linger, needing something to keep him busy, even if that meant the whooshing clouds and pinprick outlines of villages below. But it hadn’t been quite as serene as he intended. Halfway through their flight terrible turbulence had struck and the plane jolted and jived like nobody’s business, a storm had came on and they passed through the violent atmosphere, the planes rattling and finding it hard to remain in control, and lightening rapidly hitting both the wingtips.
Poor David had almost left his body in shock. He already had the creeps for airlines. This had just been the absolute factor of reasoning against flights for him. Colour completely drained from his already abnormally paled face, he almost passed out in fear. Woody had looked after him, being less prone, terrified all the same but able to remain composed for his frail friend. That had been his reasoning factor for avoiding flights at all costs, ever since. Time and money didn’t matter to him, if it meant steering clear of aircraft. He just didn’t feel safe. It seemed there was always another tragedy involving planes on the news everyday, headlining the papers. He had only taken very few planes since, and only on the grounds of having no other choice. But he had taken a brave, and bold move flying again now. He did feel a streak of bravery when he was around Iman, a rush of adrenaline, he felt safe when she was close. Even if that was illogical, her being closer, or sat next to him, wouldn’t magically prevent the plane from crashing, or any accidents.
“Easy on the wine darling,” David pecked her cheek goodbye, and followed her to the door, dragging his flat tail along behind him. Of course he didn’t mind her going out to socialise. She had invited him and he knew he was more than welcome. But he didn’t fancy the hecticness of a night out tonight, he had convinced her to go after he dropped out himself. He couldn’t deny his sense of abandon and lost feeling when she was gone though, he was like a pup fending for itself all over again. Iman was such a dear to him, she had cooked dinner, made sure he was bathed, and been particularly endearing before she got ready to leave. He smiled after her and waved, shutting and locking the door, he had made sure she had her key.
Honestly, he was so used to being the tirelessly bubbly character of a situation that seeing Iman swanning out pridefully and without even a speck of jetlag showing was stunning. He turned his back to the door and sighed softly, standing there for a moment, thinking to himself, before he shuffled off towards the lounge and bounded down onto the sofa, kicking his feet up and grasping the remote at once. He had yet to unpack, but he truly, just wanted to relax and unwind for a while first. He had been taking in what Iman said and following her advice more. She knew he was hard on himself often, especially when he truly didn’t need to be. She told him to follow his heart, and cave in to desire. So he did, with a pitcher of milk, fluffy pajamas, documentaries and relaxation. Exactly what he desired in this current moment.
The front door opened with a swift swing, almost banging against the wall but the clumsy, aloof Iman caught it and stumbled on in, heels in hands, handbag loose upon her shoulders, dropping her keys on the side as she kicked the door shut behind her and snuck into the kitchen first.
“Hmm..” David awoke with a start and faced the flickering screen of the television, squinting heavily, turning his head away and looking down at his watch, he had heard the door go. It was quite late. But oddly, early for Iman! He wasn’t controlling, he did expect to see her by morning, but he didn’t give her curfews or anything as daft. They kept their freedom, it kept them ticking, and they were both pretty free flowing spirits anyway. He tried to blink himself awake, breathing deeply, grasping at the side of the sofa. He must’ve drifted off at some point, he was pretty knackered, he wouldn’t have survived a night on the road. He could only do so many, especially these days, he was settling as an elder man, definitely noticing and feeling the change, but he embraced it. The seventies had already been a lifetime enough for him, wild and promiscuous, he was always hanging from the edge of a cliff. He didn’t know if his fluttering heart, and rattling bones could take that anymore, not quite as much. Whole weeks of no sleep was definitely off the list.
Iman grabbed herself a glass of water and carefully tiptoed down the hallway, seeing the light blaring from the lounge doorway and peeking in. “Somebody had a good night..” David remarked softly, smirking, seeing her wobbling, failing to hide it. He only added the soft advice of going easy for the sake of saying so, he knew she would do whatever she wished. Being around handfuls of drunk, drugged people was not really his scene anymore. Partially because he could not indulge himself, he was clean, happily so, and not intending to return to that dark place anytime soon. But just because, they were a damn handful. All goofy, and loud, and reckless. He ended up looking after them all, and watching in amusement, wondering what it had been like in his case. Probably approaching with palms outstretched, eyes wide, and gentle words of no harm meant. He was a paranoid bugger back then, awfully so, he was afraid he’d almost lost himself entirely. He could’ve done at any point, he was shocked, and yet never more thankful he didn’t. Joe needed him, he was been a big driving force in running from that fantasy world once and for all.
“Mmm..” Iman giggled and bit her lip, smirking mischievously. He switched off the TV and got up, tugging his robe over his shoulders and coming to escort her out of the room. “Come on then missy..” He tutted sarcastically and smiled after her, letting her hold her arm around his shoulder as he took her to bed. He actually rather enjoyed being the one on the outside now, he didn’t mind looking after people rather than being the one in the embarrassing mess. He had control here, he liked being in control again. That’s something he had been in draws with during that dark time, he didn’t admit it, nor show it too blindingly, but he liked to be in control, it was almost a must for him. He asserted his dominance one way or another. When he was on all those cocktails of drugs, he could hardly even cipher a clear thought. He was trapped, and that had sent him loopy, that had given him terrible waves of paranoia alone.
David came up behind her and unzipped her dress swiftly, keeping her balanced as she stepped out of it and letting her flop down into bed as he placed her shoes aside. He wandered off for a moment or two, locking the front door and returning with a big glass of water and some painkillers for when she woke up. Wine always managed to properly screw a person over. Leave their head throbbing, mouth dry, eyes watering, stomach turning. Wine hangovers were the worst kind in his experience, he took extra care, and left them on her bedside table, before he shrugged off his robe, kicked off his boxers crawled into bed and snuggled up next to her. It was habit. He was nudist at heart, he did like to roam his own kingdom like the lion of the jungle. Not that she minded that one bit, or rather, adopted that nature for her own and became the proud lioness.
The scent of red wine was thick and hit him quickly, but he snuggled closer, he was a cuddly man, he radiated affection around her, her particularly. Something had switched up in him around Iman. He had never felt such a desire, such a must to be so affectionate with anyone else. Iman simply endlessly continued to fool and daze David in a dreamy state, as he drifted off with his arms around her, slipping off into a peaceful sleep quickly. Each night, he was contradicted by the excitement of another day well spent with his soulmate, but also the peace, and utter comfort he found cuddled up to her. He slept soundly, and felt well rested every morning, with a bright enthusiasm for the next.