Phoenix Wright Kink Meme [Part Nine]
PHOENIX WRIGHT KINK MEME!
ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing and a kink. This meme is open to ALL pairings and ALL kinks. Yaoi, Yuri and het is welcome here. Fluffy kinks, gory kinks, gross kinks what have you. It's all welcome here. It. Doesn't. Matter. Just post it, Anons!
After that, your request will be filled out by ANONYMOUSIf you make a request, ( Read more... )
ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing and a kink. This meme is open to ALL pairings and ALL kinks. Yaoi, Yuri and het is welcome here. Fluffy kinks, gory kinks, gross kinks what have you. It's all welcome here. It. Doesn't. Matter. Just post it, Anons!
After that, your request will be filled out by ANONYMOUSIf you make a request, ( Read more... )
“And… what was I looking for?”
“Only you can know that,” he said, closing the door and leaving him alone.
It was as von Karma said- the next morning Miles was released and promptly dropped off on the side of the road by his guards, who tossed him a bag before driving off. Miles dusted himself off and stared towards the mountains, looming in front of him, and began walking.
At first the trek up the mountain was not as terrible as he had expected- the blue flower von Karma had spoken of was only thirty feet up. But from there the temperature dropped, the wind rose, and snow began to fall. On his third day up the mountain, he passed through a small group of houses, its people running inside as the wind whipped up the snow.
Two days later, hands frostbitten and body numb from the cold, Miles finally reached his destination- an old, seemingly abandoned monastery isolated near an icy ridge. He trudged forward, his body almost completely numbed by the cold, pushing the doors open and stumbling in. The room was filled with candles, illuminating the room and the pathway before him. Miles stumbled up the stairs, his arms folded together for heat, and into the next room.
At the far end of the next room sat a pale man with black hair in dark robes, staring at him eagerly. Miles gulped. “Von Geist…?” The door closed behind him. Miles blinked and turned his head- several men, dressed in black, approached him. “Wh-what- what’s going-”
“Wait.” The men stopped and Miles looked towards the source of the voice. Von Karma leaned against a pillar next to von Geist and nodded at him. “What do you seek?” von Karma asked.
“The means to fight injustice,” he said finally. Von Karma began walking towards him, “To turn fear against those who prey on the fearful.” Miles pulled the blue flower from his coat and presented it to von Karma. He took the flower and showed it to von Geist, before pinning it on his coat. The other man nodded, and spoke. When Miles stared at him confusedly, von Karma translated.
“‘To manipulate the fears in others, you must first master your own.’ Are you ready to begin?”
Miles stared at him, shaking slightly from both the cold and from fear. “I can’t- I can barely stand-”
“Death does not wait,” he said calmly, kicking Miles to the floor, “for you to be ready! Death is not considerate,” another kick, this time to the ribs, “or fair!” Miles slowly stood, coughing. “And make no mistake- here you face death!” Another kick, right for his neck-
-Miles blocked it with his forearm, his eyes blazing. Von Karma smirked slightly as Miles rose fully, assuming a stance opposite von Karma’s. Von Karma struck instantly, “Tiger,” grabbing Miles’ arm and pulling it downwards, “Jujitsu!” striking his side once and sending him down. Miles got back up, reassuming his pose.
Miles attempted to punch him twice, but was dodged both times. The third, von Karma caught his fist and stared into him. “You’re skilled, but this is not a dance-” He smashed into Miles’ head and stomach, sending him down. Miles looked up at him, breathing hard, his eyes closing. “You are afraid, but not of me,” von Karma said, looking down at the unconscious man, pulling out the blue flower and putting it safely on Miles’ jacket, “Tell us- what do you fear?”
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How closely are you following the movie anyways?
YOU MUST CONTINUE!!!
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