Phoenix Wright Kink Meme [Part Twenty One]
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!
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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... )
When the duo arrived behind the glass where so many witnessed so many state enforced deaths, there were only a few select people: the judge of the original case, an officer who had escorted him earlier, a priest, and one lone photographer. Klavier off-handedly wished that Phoenix Wright was present. He didn’t know why but he wanted the ex-defense attorney there but he did. However, someone grabbed his hand. The feeling was soft and warm. There was a certain edginess that was still present but Klavier needed the comfort, even if it was subtle and away from prying eyes. She gave him a comforting squeeze that made him feel almost like they were childhood sweethearts.
The warden of the Detention Center finally showed up. He was a stout man who donned a brown suit with a golden pocket watch peeking from his coat pocket. He directed the viewers to the seats as they all solemnly watched Klavier take his seat.
The detective never let go of his hand.
The glass had been covered up with a curtain but soon the curtain was pulled back to reveal Kristoph in the aforementioned black and white suit, strapped to a chair. He didn’t have his glasses on and he seemed disheveled. Everyone spoke as little as they could, even when the warden went to get the priest to read the prisoner’s his Last Rites.
Klavier’s eyes never left Kristoph.
The detective’s hand still never let go of his.
Klavier knew his brother couldn’t see him but he still kept a close eye on him as the priest finished reading the Lord’s Prayer.
“Klavier,” the blond strapped man suddenly shouted. “Are you there?”
Klavier was unsure of what to do.
“Bring in my brother! I want to see him one last time as per my request.”
As hard as he tried, Klavier couldn’t find a single thing that resembled his brother. His name, Kristoph Gavin, was foreign to him now. His own name was foreign to himself. He didn’t feel like he belonged there. He could feel himself pulling away, emotionally, from this scene. He was no longer part of this. He was nothing but a pawn, waiting to be moved by a handler.
Klavier was brought out of his daze when even the detective started to call his name. He shook his head, properly apologized, and followed the officer into the chamber where so many murderers, rapists, and who knew who else died in.
“Ah, I can barely see you Klavier.” Kristoph had said. He had a smile on his face as bright as any proud brother would. “I’ve heard of your successes. I’m so proud of you. You definitely deserve to be a Gavin. Mutti and Vater would be so proud of you.”
Klavier could only stare.
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By now, the officer in question had put himself in between the crazed man and the silent one.
The warden didn’t say much but patted Klavier’s shoulder. Slowly, the prosecutor retook his place next to Detective Skye and instinctively grabbed her hand again, as gently as he could.
By now, the man named Kristoph kept singing praises of Klavier back when he was a child. The doctor inside the chamber had already placed the disinfectant on Kristoph’s arm.
“Never had I ever seen such promise in a young man! Apollo may only rival him in such greatness!” He laughed and screamed even as the needle pierced through his skin.
Klavier wanted to look away. But he couldn’t.
One injection after another, the man’s crazed laughter soon diminished as the heartbeat of the monitor slowly beeped to a complete halt.
Klavier held Detective Skye’s hand tighter.
The warden picked up the phone and gravely announced, “Note the date. April 22nd, at 1:03AM, the monster Kristoph Gavin is officially dead.”
After they closed the curtain to the death chamber, Klavier was more than crushed, more heartbroken.
But he knew it had to be done.
“Excuse me,” said the priest. Klavier turned towards him, hoping that this wouldn’t take long so he could be alone for the rest of the night. “The other night, when I went to visit Kristoph one last time, he told me to give this to you.”
As though by magic, he pulled out a book. It only had one page, since it seemed the rest of the pages were torn.
“I’m not quite sure what to make of it, but… I suppose it’s something only a brother could understand?”
Klavier politely nodded as he opened the book to find one word scribbled on the page in his writing:
PRIDE
hopefully you like it, OP! i'm tempted to make a sequel but we'll see. T_T this is the first non-oneshot prompt i've finished in one night. ;;
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And the magnets thing made me laugh XD
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