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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 27, 2008 20:37:58 GMT -5
Scaramouche smiled slightly.
" Night." she murmured as the door closed.
Turning away, the purple haired girl paused and leaned against the wall, taking in all the events that had seemed to have happened in just a short time. First, there was the voices returning to Galileo, causing him allot of trouble and annoying the hell out of her. Then KT actually coming to the Heartbreak Hotel and becoming a Bohemian. Scaramouche was happy that KT was back in her life, but she let he mind wander back to the Dreamer. Realizing that she had left him in the lounge on his own, the Bad-Arsed Babe began to head back down the hall, silently hoping he was alright, that he wasn't being pestered too much.
Once she reached the door to the lounge, Scaramouche opened it quietly and slunk back in heading over to the ratty old couch, over to her one and only love.
" Hey." she said softly, sitting down close to him and stroking his cheek. " How do you feel?"
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Dec 28, 2008 15:52:33 GMT -5
Galileo had remained in the lounge on his own whilst Scaramouche and KT had disappeared, obviously to catch up for lost time. Galileo wasn't particularly bothered: he was in the mood for plesantries. He was still preoccupied with the words and sounds in his head. For the first time in a long time Galileo wished that he was 'normal'. That he wasn't The Dreamer and that he had never heard about the bohemians. It was wearing him out and making him tired. Although that might have been partly due to his and Scaramouche's midnight activities.
Galileo leaned back on the sofa, resting his head against the aged and mucky upholstry. He closed his eyes, blocking out the room. The searing headache came full force, the ache between his eyes consistent. He needed sleep. Now preferrably.
The door creaked open. He kept his eyes closed. Whoever it was would hopefully get the message and leave him be. He didn't want to be pestered to death by newly recruited bohemians. Not in his state of mind anyway.
He felt someones weight sinking into the sofa besides him. Her familiar scent filled his nostrils without him even needing to open his eyes. He felt her hand pressing against his cheek, stroking softly.
"Hey."
Galileo opened one eye to look at her. He murmured softly. "Hey."
"How do you feel?"
Opening both eyes, Galileo stretched his arms above his head, his back arching into the sofa. He shrugged offhandedly.
"Tired," he rasped, coughing slightly. "And like I've been clubbed over the head with The Mighty Axe," he complained, rubbing his hand across his forehead. "How are things with you and KT?" he asked, turning his head to look at her.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 29, 2008 9:13:09 GMT -5
Scaramouche continued caressing Galileo's cheek with her hand when he opened one eye and spoke in a tired and weary voice.
" Hey."
She stared at him sadly while he stretched and coughed slightly.
"Tired. And like I've been clubbed over the head with The Mighty Axe."
" Well, you kinda look like it too." she said in a low voice, giving him a small smile. She leaned back slightly and tilted her head to one side, taking in his disheveled appearance. He looked very pale, paler than usual and there where dark purple circles under his eyes. His face was also covered in the faintest sheen of a sweat. He looked like he was fighting some sort of illness.
" Poor baby." she murmured, snuggling closer to him and resting her head on his shoulder. She draped her one arm across his chest and reached up to brush away an unruly lock of hair off of his sweat dampened forehead. She then stroked his temple and his cheekbone with her small, cool hand.
"How are things with you and KT?"
She shrugged offhandedly, nuzzling his neck lightly.
" Pretty good. We went and got her a new outfit and she got the room near ours. She was very tired, so we didn't talk much."
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Dec 29, 2008 16:10:47 GMT -5
"Well, you kinda look like it too."
Galileo rolled his eyes. Trust her to come up with that kind of thing.
"Gee thanks Scaramouche," he remarked. "Your compassion astounds me." He gave her a sidelong look, knowing what he said was kind of harsh. He sighed distractedly. "Sorry," he muttered, looking chastised. He shouldn't take it out on her. It wasn't her fault he had voices singing in his head.
He felt her eyes scanning him critically.
"Poor baby." He felt her snuggle closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Her attention to his needs was very good. Just her presence calmed him down. It somehow made him realise that he wasn't alone and he wouldn't have to be driven insane by voices like he was before he met her.
"Thank god for small mercies..." he muttered quietly, reaching his arm out to her and wrapping it around her shoulders, pulling her closer, resting his head on hers and breathing in the smell of her hair.
"Pretty good. We went and got her a new outfit and she got the room near ours. She was very tired, so we didn't talk much."
Galileo nodded. He didn't push the matter, not wanting to cause friction or start another argument. They'd had enough arguments to last them a lifetime.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 29, 2008 16:51:59 GMT -5
"Gee thanks Scaramouche.Your compassion astounds me."
Scaramouche rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly.
" Oh ha ha ha." she said wryly. " It can't be that bad if you can still use that crap sense of humor of yours!" She gave him a light punch in the chest, but still stayed snuggled up against his warm body.
"Thank god for small mercies..." she faintly heard him mutter under his breath as he enveloped her in his arms and buried his face in her hair. Her brow furrowed in confusion.
" What did you say?" she asked, lifting her head from his chest to stare curiously up at him. Even though when she had first met him in the hospital she had been mildly creeped out about the fact that he would mumble random phrases from time to time, it now fascinated her to try to figure out the meaning to most of the lyrics he would blurt out. She would never say that out loud though.
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Dec 31, 2008 8:25:02 GMT -5
"It can't be that bad if you can still use that crap sense of humor of yours!"
Galileo pretended to look offended, withdrawing slightly.
"I do not have a crap sense of humour!" he objected as she moved closer to him, landing a light punch on his chest. "Ow," he complained, using one hand to rub his chest. "Hey!"
"What did you say?"
Galileo raised his head, confused. "What?" he asked, returning her curious look. All he had said was -
"Thank god for small mercies..." he repeated his phrase from moments before. He blushed slightly. How was he going to explain what he had ment when he had uttered that without sounding too sappy. He knew Scaramouche wasn't the clingy type and he didn't feel up to having another row.
He looked down at his hands. Here goes nothing he thought, stealing himself for the worst.
"I said 'Thanks God for small mercies," he started, still not quite look at her. "Because I realise that if it wasn't for you, Scaramouche, I would still be back in GaGa Land or worse-" he swallowed. "-Or worse processed and be in the Seven Seas drowning in Rhye Whiskey."
He looked up fleetingly.
"I love you Scaramouche. And whatever happens that will never change."
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 31, 2008 8:57:27 GMT -5
"I do not have a crap sense of humour!"
Scaramouche snorted.
" Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that." she said in a false soothing tone.
"Ow."
Rolling her eyes, Scaramouche shook her head and narrowed her eyes at him.
" Oh, I didn't hit you that hard!"
Scaramouche blinked when she noticed the blush creeping up on Galileo's cheeks and her looked suddenly uncomfortable. He was silent for a few moments until he finally decided to answer her previous question.
"I said 'Thanks God for small mercies," he was mumbling, not meeting her eyes. "Because I realise that if it wasn't for you, Scaramouche, I would still be back in GaGa Land or worse-" she noticed that he swallowed hard. "-Or worse processed and be in the Seven Seas drowning in Rhye Whiskey."
" Oh." she murmured frowning slightly, then she wasn't prepared at all for what he said next.
"I love you Scaramouche. And whatever happens that will never change.
Scaramouche sat there in silence for a few moments, she then snorted and bit her lip, trying not to laugh.
" Could you be any sappier?" she asked, smirking up at him. But she noticed the sincerity and slight look of desperation in his wide, dark eyes and she softened, reaching over to take his hand.
" I love you too, you silly banker."
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Dec 31, 2008 12:45:18 GMT -5
Galileo felt Scaramouche's exhale on his skin as she snorted. He shivered slightly as her warm breath tickled his skin.
"Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that." her voice mocked him as she attempted a soothing tone. Galileo remained quiet, not even attempting to answer back. He didn't have the energy.
As he made he revelation he chanced a look at her. He felt his heart drop into the bottom of her shoes: any moment now Scaramouche would come out with a sarcastic retort. Her comment proved his point.
"Could you be any sappier?"
The smirk that accompanied the comment tore slightly at Galileo's heart. He stared into her eyes, willing her to understand that he ment every word he said. His shoulder sagged slightly and he broke eye contact, letting them slip to his hands again. He was startled to see her hand reach over and grasp his own. He intertwined their fingers, feeling the softness of her skin against his own.
"I love you too, you silly banker."
Galileo looked up, dragging his eyes away from the sight of their clasped hands. He gave a small smile as he sank back into the sofa, look at her. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her small frame and peppered soft kisses across her forehead.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 1, 2009 17:28:44 GMT -5
Scaramouche smiled and closed her eyes for a moment as Galileo leaned back in the couch, pulling her with him and she felt his warm lips on her forehead. She was never really the extreamly romantic, clingly type but she had to admit that she could never feel anymore content and safe than she did right at this moment.
A soft sigh parted her lips and she moved her one hand on his chest in a soothing, circular motion. She was beginning to feel quite tired herself, her eyes felt very heavy and she let out a small yawn.
" You should have nothing to worry about." she mumbled, pausing to yawn again. " The voices will probably just come and go for the rest of your life... it's just... a part... of who you are..." her speech was getting slightly slower and more jumbled up as exhaustion began to set in but she furrowed her brow slightly at her small moment of strange wisdom.
Pretty soon, she was nodding off in his arms, her head resting on his chest. She started to snore softly.
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