galileo
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sober thoughts in drowning minds
"There would be others!" He insists indignantly, shaking his head as though she would never understand. "Socialising is hard, and it is very different when the eyes of a hundred other equines are looking at you, as opposed to just yours." There had been so much of him that had been desperate to put all those events behind him, gasping for air as he drowned in the ocean of gossip and rumour. And thus, he had sworn he would never be forced to go to another gala again. Not even a fair young lady like Willoughby could change his mind on that.
For now.
Galileo had never been sure how to tell the good from the bad. In truth, he believed that wasn't how they worked -- they were not one or the other, but a mixture of the two, perhaps more on one day than another. At least, that is what he hoped, for his own soul. "It is kind of you to say, but I have done things that are... well, things that bad people do." He isn't sure how to explain himself any further, so he opens his mouth to speak but leaves the air empty of his breath.
Regardless. She, she is all that is good in the world. Innocent and kind and caring and wondrous, he knows not many equines could have tolerated his stubbornness all this time. No, she may think he is good, but he believes that every relationship, be it friends, lovers, or even enemies, requires a dichotomy, a two-fold approach. In theirs, there is no denying, she is the good, the pure. He is the one that left a bitter taste in the mouth.
"Wandering is never too bad," he inputs hopefully. "I quite enjoy the nomadic lifestyle nowadays. Too long have I been tied to lands and places, for no real reason, putting them before myself." He finds himself interrupting her, and he pauses. "I apologise, I don't mean to talk so much about myself. It is just, when you find somebody to listen after nobody has listened for so long, it all comes out."
"Now you have me as a friend! Though I'd be sad if you left me behind without a goodbye."
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@Willoughby
For now.
Galileo had never been sure how to tell the good from the bad. In truth, he believed that wasn't how they worked -- they were not one or the other, but a mixture of the two, perhaps more on one day than another. At least, that is what he hoped, for his own soul. "It is kind of you to say, but I have done things that are... well, things that bad people do." He isn't sure how to explain himself any further, so he opens his mouth to speak but leaves the air empty of his breath.
Regardless. She, she is all that is good in the world. Innocent and kind and caring and wondrous, he knows not many equines could have tolerated his stubbornness all this time. No, she may think he is good, but he believes that every relationship, be it friends, lovers, or even enemies, requires a dichotomy, a two-fold approach. In theirs, there is no denying, she is the good, the pure. He is the one that left a bitter taste in the mouth.
"Wandering is never too bad," he inputs hopefully. "I quite enjoy the nomadic lifestyle nowadays. Too long have I been tied to lands and places, for no real reason, putting them before myself." He finds himself interrupting her, and he pauses. "I apologise, I don't mean to talk so much about myself. It is just, when you find somebody to listen after nobody has listened for so long, it all comes out."
"Now you have me as a friend! Though I'd be sad if you left me behind without a goodbye."
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@Galileo speaks
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