[Miles swallowed the lump forming in his throat and forced himself to look at the other man. Phoenix looked surprised to see him, an observation he decided to let go at the moment.]

Phoenix, I-I’m so sorry…

[He realized just how little control he had over his own limbs and the next moment his brain registered was when he was already wrapping his arms tightly around the ex-defense attorney. He buried his face into the other’s hoodie, feeling the cool locket press against his forehead. A solitary sob escaped his lips as he held on to the older man.]

F-Franziska, she was— she—

[Unable to form coherent sentences now, he simply chose to stop speaking in order to calm himself down. gripping the fabric of Phoenix’s clothes.]

[It was such a cold night, but when Miles Edgeworth demon defense attorney hugged him, it warmed a part of his heart and dammit was Edgeworth the demon prosecutor actually crying?]

(…Wait a second, Franziska?)

[That was a name he hasn’t heard in years. Ha, if she had seen him now, she’d probably give him a good whipping or two. Along with a few ‘foolish fools’ to boot.]

…

[Phoenix had went from complete shock to giving Miles a very cold glare, who did he think he was just coming back into his life like this? Where was he when he needed him, huh? No phone call, no letters, no anything. Well, maybe he had sent a few, but chances are, Phoenix just tossed it in the trash, just like everything else from his past. It was like college all over again. To say Phoenix was a bit pissed off was an understatement.]

…Good bye, Edgeworth.

[And with that, he had completely pushed Edgeworth away from him, and walked away from him as far away as possible. Eventually it had started to rain. Great, how cliche. Not only was it raining inside on the outside, but also in Phoenix’s heart. That wasn’t going to change for a long time.]

1 year ago
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#((OH MY GOD. I'M A HORRIBLE PERSON.))
#((PLEASE LET ME DIEEEE. SOB.))
#((...Uh end it here???))

prosecutor-smiles:

[Miles stepped out of his car after having wiped away his tears. His eyes were still red and there were pudding stains all over his suit but he only had a few feet of walking to do before he reached his apartment, so it was probably alright. He locked the car doors by pressing a button on his keys. He sighed softly and mostly kept his head down as he began walking to his apartment building. A few people passed him by, not even paying attention to him and for that, he was glad. The last thing he wanted was attention from anyone; for someone to point out how miserable he looked.

Several steps away from his apartment building, he made the mistake of looking up from focusin on the pavement. At that instant, he saw a familiar face walking by. A face covered with stubble and that hair covered by a sky blue knitted cap. Of all people to run into—

His breath caught and he froze on the spot, unsure how to react. He needed a friend, sure, but for Phoenix to see him in this state. That would probably just alarm his friend. Despite his mind’s protests regarding talking to the man, his legs automatically took a few steps forward and soon enough, he was meeting those eyes with his most probably red and wet ones.]

Phoenix…

[His voice was soft, hesitant and unsure. He held his ground, despite wanting to simply run away and go inside his room and lock up. He had troubled Phoenix enough with everything and to face him now… He wondered how the older man saw him, wondered if the man felt any pity for how wretched he looked.]

Phoenix… I-I’m back.

[His voice trembled this time and he averted his eyes, unable to keep them in contact with the other’s any longer.]

[Phoenix was just walking home from the Borscht Bowl Club, it was just a normal day for him, like any other day really. He was looking at the sidewalk, not really paying attention to his sense of direction it wasn’t any wonder that this guy had almost got run over by that car not to long ago. It was a miracle that he had survived that little accident of his with nothing more then a broken ankle. Huh, miracles Phoenix’s current life style was a miracle. Did he ever have a chance to ever be happy again? Will that miracle ever happen?]

…!

[Suddenly there was a voice. It was voice Phoenix recognized. He hadn’t heard it for years. No, he was simply imagining it. Great job, Wright some role model you turned out to be, having hallucinations, left and right.]

(…Chief would be so disappointed in me… I-I wonder if I’m still even allowed to call her that.)

[No, he definitely wasn’t hearing things. Wright wasn’t going senile just yet. …He knew that voice, his past self might have given himself a proper ass kicking if he had forgotten, after all that man had done for him… ~~Well, over then being a damn ass hole, but that’s another story.~~]

…M-Miles…?

1 year ago
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#((...Am I now no longer your legit rp partner or...???))

snackooqueen:

Yeah, I haven’t seen you around much since the test run of the Jurist System. For me it’s been two years since then.

Still working with Klavier, still no forensics job. I was supposed to take the test back in January but I had to end up missing it.

Well, I’m glad to hear everything’s working out for you!

Klavier, huh? He still giving you a hard time? Oh, and how’s Lana? She doing alright? I haven’t from her in years…

(…Ever since that trial, it’s been so long.)

(Source: hotstudofahobo)

1 year ago
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#((Omg. I said lap instead of lab. I'm terrible. lol.))

snackooqueen:

(God I will never get used to seeing him looking like that. I’ll always see the man in the blue suit who saved Sis and myself..)

Evening Mr. Wright! What have you been doing with yourself lately?