Za_Chairman
Searlit
Za_Chairman
"Searlit ...
Searlit ... I like it. It has a nice sound. Come, sit with me." he insisted, drawing her with him as though he was the well of some vast Jovian world. "I am Justin Machiavelli. And that you believe in yourself is a wonderful thing. If your heart is not with you, how are you to succeed." he clenched his fist, he other arm draped across her shoulder. "Every moment I find you more exhilirating."
Of course.
smile
Are you Italian? Your name sounds italian. I may be mistaken of course...
Oh but I could listen to you all night, that much is true..
What attracts me is your ambition. The way you speak... It's like the way I think. Or at least the way I have begun to think recently. It is not too long ago that I was utterly confused as to who I was and I what I wanted..
Oh what a dreadful state to be in! Hopelessness... *her eyes glazed over slightly as she stared to the side*
"The man from whom I take my name was Italian, but I myself do not associate with a single location. I am who the road makes me." he curled his arm and drew Searlit closer. "And as I listen you, my dear, I find that you are possessed of most excellent sentiments. To hear that you once languished in hollow despair, yet rose up against it is beautiful."
"But that is simply marvelous! I'm also of that opinion about myself. I come from one country, now live in another, and feel absolutely no patriotism towards any certain place, instead I simply love the world.
And, despair is but a state of mind, I realized once suddenly. Which prompted me release myself from it. Or, rise up, as you say".
She smiled as he drew her closer, but then looked down, a bit shyly.
Now, that phrase, "I am who the road makes me", can you elaborate on it perhaps?.."
She curled her knees up and sort of placed them on his leg.