come back, baroque period, i miss you and your beautiful art!
(and apparently these guys were misogynistic jerks. apparently i can hate them more than i already do!)
Playing God chapter 6Willow marched single-mindedly through the woods, once again followed by Wilson. The man had tried several times over the past half-hour or so to strike up a conversation, but each attempt was struck down with either a glare or pointed nonresponse from Willow. "… So I see you've survived a night in the woods on your own," Wilson said, hoping to pry a response from Willow. "That's uh, pretty crazy, right? It's sort of like a right of passage out here…"Playing God chapter 6 by ~zombiecatfire13
Willow said nothing.
Wilson rubbed his gloved hand nervously along equally gloved his arm. "It's pretty impressive that you've managed to do so at such a young age. Why, I wasn't out here until I was… well, I'd rather not say. It makes me feel pretty old!" It seemed that Wilson's poor attempt at humor was getting him nowhere. He sighed, casting his eyes downward, "look, I'm sorry. I just…"
"Just WHAT?!" Willow snapped as she spun around. Wilson was glad she was finally talking to him… but this wasn't wha