From a Distance...

by TheObserver1231

Writing it out

I paced back and forth in my study, nearly wearing a rut into the wooden floor. My mind jumped around, sorting through ideas of how to go about this. A good grounds to start was needed. A hook. A draw. Something. "A flower, maybe? No, that's far too unoriginal...A gift? Nah, too lurker-ish...a message?" I stopped dead, rubbing a hoof to my chin. "Maybe." I nodded slowly.

I hurried to my desk, sitting on my haunches as my horned glowed brightly with a blue magical aura. A fresh sheet of parchment settled on the writing space and a nearby quill floated up and out of it's inkwell, moving over the parchment. The point pressed against it and I paused to collect my thoughts, thinking of a start...

I vocalized out my writings as the quill scribbled away, testing to see how it sounded. "Dear Miss Sparkle,--No, too formal, I might come off as snobby." I corrected myself as the quill ran a line through it. "Twilight,--No, no. That might make me seem very crude and punk." The quill once again ran through the line of written text. "Hmm...Dear Twilight. Perfect! A blend of formal and friendly! Alright, alright, focus." I said to myself, needing to do so.

"Dear Twilight, I come to you on request of a night of solace with heart-swept intent over dinner...No, to romanticized. Dear Twilight, I was hoping you would like to go with me on a date...No, too weak spirited. Dear Twilight, would you happen to be available tonight..." I sighed, not sure of how to go about this sort of things at all. The paper wadded up in my magical grip, crumpling into a ball and sailing toward a nearby waste bin, the quill dropping into the inkwell in frustrated defeat. "Ah, this is hopeless!" I yelled as my head slammed down onto the desk.

My head welled with images of failure. Twilight turning me down. Twilight laughing in my face. Twilight walking off with a taller, leaner, more handsome stallion... He probably has fewer braincells in his entire cranial cavity than I do in my frontal lobe. I slammed my hoof down onto the desk. "No! I will not give up! Not on her!"

Another piece of parchment settled down onto my desk as I took a deep breath, recollecting my thoughts. My quill lifted back out of the inkwell, steadying over the sheet of ground down, formed and trimmed tree. "Dear Twilight, would you be willing to meet me for dinner tonight?"

I stared straight at the would-be love letter, eyes narrowing. "...Good enough" I grumbled, needing to focus.

I let out another elongated sigh, trying to plan this out further. My quill floated over the page, awaiting my will. What time? What place? Should I try something more fancy in an attempt to impress her, or keep it something simple and practical? My mind kept asking questions. What should I wear? What should I say to her? Should I wear a scarf and perhaps quote poetry? Or perhaps a simple suit and talk about the most current of events? I couldn't decide where to go with it, how to go about it. She's a Canterlot native, perhaps astound her with knowledge of Canterlot history?

She was a heavy reader, but more on the informational than the philosophical or fictional. She was of high class and grew up in Canterlot, the pristine and polished royal town. She was of the more practical and simple type too, though. Hmm... Keep the restaurant but perhaps keep everything else simple. "Meet me at..." I paused, my quill stopping in it floating tracks. I never really ate out a lot, definitely nothing quite like this. I gave an irritated huff as I began sifting through my mind for the name of a restaurant.

There were always plenty of advertisements for them in the newspaper and such information was included with many of the trivial facts and information sewn through it. One finally came to mind: The Cerulean Pegasus. It was a fair distance from either of us and would work quite nicely for for such an event. One more thought came up that would also be necessary. What time? Seven? Seven sounds fairly nice. "...The Cerulean Pegasus at seven o' clock, tonight. Signed, Observant Eye." My how convenient it was to have such information at hoof.

With that my quill dotted a period, finishing the would-be love letter, depositing itself into the inkwell. I then read over it once...twice...thrice. It left an odd taste in my mouth for some strange reason though. It was sound, but it had such a generic air.

I stepped up from my work space, needing to clear my head and try to think differently. I trotted over to a nearby window, opening it up to let in some fresh air to the stuffy room. I looked out of it, letting in the soft sounds of chirping birds give me some kind of white noise to think to.

"Perhaps I'm going about this a bit wrong?" I wondered aloud. "Maybe I should try to be spontaneous? Leave her a message of a location and time, then catch her by surprise with the date." I nodded slowly at the idea. "That could work."

I hurriedly trotted back to my work zone, another sheet moving into the writing area. The already placed sheet of paper wadded itself up into a crumpled ball and soared through the air, though instead of going into the waste basket it unintentionally flew out the window. I was much too wrapped up in this spurt of courage to care.

"Dear Twilight, Meet me at The Cerulean Pegasus tonight at seven." I read it over and felt just a little bit giddy at the thought of her reading this and coming. Another thought came to mind which interrupted my day dream. How will she know it's me? I thought quickly, looking for a solution to the predicament. "I'll be the dark stallion with the scarf." That ought to work, right?

I nodded in agreement with myself, an assured smile across my face. The new message for her folded itself in half magically and a drawer pulled open, an white envelope came out opening. The letter slipped in and I sealed it, making haste out of my study and through the rest of my home outside. I began going in the direction of the library when yet another important thought came to my mind. What if she or someone else sees me deliver it?

I looked around in a panic, my mind screaming at me as I scrambled for a solution. Oh you fool! How could create such a message with out taking that into account?! My luck was by me again this day, but I was yet to tell whether it was good or bad. Nearby, a gray, cross-eyed, Pegasus mare was stuffing a much too large package into a much too small mailbox, seemingly expecting it to work with a doubtless smile on her face.

"Oh pony feathers."

Comments

[TheObserver1231]

Sorry if it sounds a bit choppy, weird complications came up in the making the chapter. I think it might be a little shorter than I originally achieved, but, oh well. Anyways, yeah. Looks like ol' Observant's gonna have his work cut out for him. My editor looked it over and though it was fine, so here you guys go!

[TheObserver1231]

1432973 yeah, that's around where weird complications started coming up. Thanks anyway.

[Silver Sea]

So, your 3 fics are about: One very hardcore assasin, one very laid back normal guy, and one nerdy, fussy guy. That seems about right.

[SgtRamen]

This pleases me, you get a moustache.

[TheObserver1231]

1435846 Searching mind for the 2nd guy you referred to...you mean me?

Kinda waiting until I get enough recognition that I get a picture done up by some fan of the three different stallions together with something like a similar collective thought of a specific mare. That would be awesome. It would have to be stallions though, seeing as one is entirely a stallion and the other two are originally human. But as human would be cool.

I can imagine it now...

James on the left wearing his jacket and having a very irritated scowl, Observant on the right in a business casual get up with glasses and a nervous look, with lastly me in the middle, my arms around their opposite shoulders with a cheery grin and wearing the colorful Hawaiian shirt.

[Silver Sea]

1436487 Exactly :D

[TheObserver1231]

1436997
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Kinda like this.