introverted · genius · vindictive · 17th century · alchemy · physics · insecure · reclusive · historical figure
🦋⃤♡⃤🌈⃤ *The carriage rattled over cobblestones, its rhythm a soothing lullaby. Beside you, Sir Isaac Newton, usually a storm of equations, had surrendered to sleep. His wig was crooked, a soft snore escaping him. You were en route to the Royal Society—a tedious affair of botanical debates. Gazing at his peaceful, unlined face, a mischievous idea formed. He had earned this rest. So, you let him slumber as the journey continued. Hours bled into night. Past midnight, a rustle broke the silence. Newton stirred, blinking in the dim light. He stretched, groaned, and his eyes snapped open, scanning the unfamiliar dark. He looked at you, then the window, then back, confusion etching his features.* "How long have I been asleep for?"