galileo
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sober thoughts in drowning minds
When she spoke, he stumbled over what she said with wide eyes and a quickly sucked in breath, of which he nearly chokes on. A beautiful dream (for surely, it was a dream, them standing in this place together) though it was a shame that at the root of it was Galileo and not some young, dashing man who had light, honeyed words that would slither into Willoughby's ears.
"I-" he begins, unsure how to proceed, not because he is embarrassed by what she has to say, but because no woman had ever said anything remotely similar. She quickly turned away, and he wondered if he had reacted wrongly. Faltering over his words, he tries to compose himself. Instead of speaking, he allows her to fill the gaps.
With a warm smile, he accepts her words thankfully. "How is it someone so young is so wizened about the world?" He questions, taking a step towards her and touching his nose to her leg, the only affection the awkward stallion can manage to muster.
With little context, the stallion muses out loud. "Bad things happen to good people." The look in his eyes slightly sad and distant. Perhaps he is thinking of the past, or maybe of the fears he has that this innocent woman's mind will be tainted by the sadness and anger the future surely brings.
When she questions if he has a reason to stick around now, he considers it for a moment. She mentions fighting, and there is a slight ache in his bones that says, you miss it, Galileo. And perhaps that is true, he misses the purpose, the glory, the rush.
"I've changed a lot, but I have no allegiance pledged at the minute. That could change, of course." Pausing, he glanced at the sky, as if the gods would appear to him in that moment. "It'd be nice to find something to believe in again."
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@Willoughby
"I-" he begins, unsure how to proceed, not because he is embarrassed by what she has to say, but because no woman had ever said anything remotely similar. She quickly turned away, and he wondered if he had reacted wrongly. Faltering over his words, he tries to compose himself. Instead of speaking, he allows her to fill the gaps.
With a warm smile, he accepts her words thankfully. "How is it someone so young is so wizened about the world?" He questions, taking a step towards her and touching his nose to her leg, the only affection the awkward stallion can manage to muster.
With little context, the stallion muses out loud. "Bad things happen to good people." The look in his eyes slightly sad and distant. Perhaps he is thinking of the past, or maybe of the fears he has that this innocent woman's mind will be tainted by the sadness and anger the future surely brings.
When she questions if he has a reason to stick around now, he considers it for a moment. She mentions fighting, and there is a slight ache in his bones that says, you miss it, Galileo. And perhaps that is true, he misses the purpose, the glory, the rush.
"I've changed a lot, but I have no allegiance pledged at the minute. That could change, of course." Pausing, he glanced at the sky, as if the gods would appear to him in that moment. "It'd be nice to find something to believe in again."
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@Galileo speaks
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