PHOENIX WRIGHT KINK MEME!
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Stone, concrete, and plaster made up the corridor they walked. The place was more expansive than Miles had expected, he could see other corridors and stairways leading in other directions that he didn’t wish to dwell in. Finally, Glen arrived to a door, slotted a card, and opened in. It was a small room with a few chairs and table, across them was a window taking up most of the wall, showing another room that was no doubt for the standard interrogation. Miles hardly paid attention to it, he was staring at the person seated inside the window, who looked up as he entered and met his eyes.
Phoenix Wright had changed. Miles had heard of the man’s fall since his disbarring, and the last photo he saw of the man, when he had researched Gavin’s trial, he almost couldn’t recognize the scruffy, unshaven man as the idealist lawyer he once knew. The current Phoenix who now stood in front of him had cleaned up, but the changes were still there. His eyes were older, less bright, and though he had shaved he continued wearing that wool hat. The tie he now wore was no longer pink, but a shade that seemed a replicate of his hat. His suit was the same style as before, but the colour was obviously off, Miles realized to his dismay that it was the colour Kristoph Gavin had worn.
Seeing Phoenix in the lighter, almost silken shade of blue irritated him, for it proved too well Gavin’s claim on his childhood friend.
Obviously unable to read his thoughts, Phoenix approached him, stopping when they were within a respectable distance. “Edgeworth,” a polite nod, “How have you been?”
That was all he had to say? The last time they had talked, Phoenix had alternated between begging and yelling at him. The hurt, almost broken look in his eyes was a far cry from the politely neutral expression he now wore. Then again, it had been seven years now, they both had to move on. Phoenix had made new friends, this young Apollo, whoever he was, seemed deeply involved in the issue. He was in a much better position than Miles himself was, perhaps even more useful to Phoenix.
More important.
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I have just fell in love with this fic *A*
Can't wait for more.
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I can't believe only one people commented so far.
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This is such a painful cliffhanger.
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