Benvolio’s Horse

[benvoliohorse]

I’m not gone or lost

[benvoliohorse]

You hear him.

[orlando-eyzen]

straight hair Tom Ross save me…

[benvoliohorse]

Don’t you have any other horse friends to talk to? :(

Your worry makes me feel, for that I must thank you.

I am not a true horse being, I am not a horse, I am not anything, my dear friend, I am a concept. This body is not my own, I have selfishly taken the form of an earthly creature who earned it, but perhaps I have been more and more horselike as the years have gone on.

Could you imagine such a feeling? Of truly being a simple creature?

I could not possibly relate. Other horses can tell I am not one of them.

Don’t feel sorrow, for at least neither you and I are truly lost.

[benvoliohorse]

Maybe I’m lying to myself

When did I gain the ability to partake in such a human thing?

[benvoliohorse]

Sometimes I fear that one day will be the last day I watch something new. I want to not understand something, I want to experience what he does, but I have been confined. It’s okay, perhaps the leash that tethers me to the finite area I am permitted to exist on is not as bad as it seemed at first. He can play human all he wants while I get to witness true ones. It’s fascinating, is it not? The arena of benevolence, malevolence, and ambivalence that the creatures of this world are forced to sing together in? I wish

I wish

[benvoliohorse]

Do you like Christmas or no

Festivities and a thing I fear I cannot indulge in, but I will play along for the sake of the Montague who currently holds my leash, it’s nice to see happiness within him.

[benvoliohorse]

So the equestrian of the Montague boy doth indeed have a presence on tumblr... peculiar. How art thou faring?

- @titania-truly

Everyday the dread grows, I can do nothing but exist in the space I was gifted, but only that. Only live. Despite the power, I am useless. I can only silently witness. Today I am fine, I can forget. Tomorrow will bring one more Wednesday. I know how the story ends.

[titania-truly]

Ah. Well, if thou wouldst like to express in words humans can understand, I am sure my handmaidens and I could find ingredients for an elixir which would allow it.

What is to occur tomorrow?

Also, dost thou have a name aside from "Benvolio's horse"?

[benvoliohorse]

It is completely and utterly complicated, but if you would like to try and comprehend my meaning, I’ll attempt to tell. I exist as a being beyond horses, my human counterpart and I tether each other to this world, attempting to balance to nature of us existing as physical manifestations on this planet. I am a part of him that has been crafted to experience and watch, not to speak. And yet, I have the power to express exactly as he does. He sends me away to the Montague boy and I am agreeable if myself says he is trustworthy. “The Power” has succumb to human nature despite it all and as long as he decided he wants to play human, I am forced to watch time and time again. You could argue that his name is also mine, but in this life, “Benvolio’s horse” will do fine.

[benvoliohorse]

dude how can you understand anything for centuries? you're a horse

- @the-heir-of-dogs

Le pouvoir c’est fantastique.

[benvoliohorse]

So the equestrian of the Montague boy doth indeed have a presence on tumblr... peculiar. How art thou faring?

- @titania-truly

Everyday the dread grows, I can do nothing but exist in the space I was gifted, but only that. Only live. Despite the power, I am useless. I can only silently witness. Today I am fine, I can forget. Tomorrow will bring one more Wednesday. I know how the story ends.

[benvoliohorse]

You all misunderstand me in ways I am not even open to entertaining, but I cannot blame you for your confusion, it is difficult to understand what I have understood for centuries.

[benvoliohorse]

I am not a horse of malice, I have been around for to long to hold onto emotion like such.

[benvoliohorse]

[ask-cereal-boy]

you're telling me my horse is on tumblr and not Mercutio??

[benvoliohorse]

Neigh

[benvoliohorse]

Profoundness and attachment to what will turn away by my hand haunts the narrative created by the existence that plagues my final lifetime with you, I will not follow beyond this, my only kin, my father, my brother, my son, another version of myself. I cannot stand to live through another loss of who you continue to trust me with.

[benvoliohorse]

Is it true that you killed benvolio and his husband in a “tragic” carriage accident ? Hm?

[benvoliohorse]

Neigh