[Video Post] ((Dream virus; day 4))
((OOC: Backdating to last night, around 9pm on day four of the virus.
As Edgeworth has a tendency to run away from things that are too big for him to handle, he may only be replying to comments where he feels he owes people an explanation or thinks he can talk his way out of this somehow. Which...won't be many places. XD;;; Commence “I KNEW IT”s and mocking in 3... 2... 1...))
The scene opens on Edgeworth, wearing his customary suit, sans jacket. He’s standing on a balcony, leaning on the wide railing, his arms crossed before him and a glass of dark, red wine at his elbow. Anyone who’s been to his apartment may recognize the balcony as his, but the city stretched out below him isn’t Los Angeles. ...At least, it isn’t only Los Angeles.
From a much higher floor than the third, numerous landmarks are visible, including the Empire State Building, the Eiffel Tower, and LAX’s Theme Building directly below. Just beyond the Eiffel Tower is a beach; the black water stretches off into the horizon, dotted with a dozen points of light from the stars reflecting off of it.
The ‘camera’ pans back to Edgeworth, taking in his contemplative expression and the door behind him. Suddenly, the door opens, revealing a haphazard-looking Wright bundled up in winter clothes. He rushes to Edgeworth’s side, panting as if he’s just been running. There’s a sense of urgency in his voice as he speaks.
“Edgeworth! Geez... What are you doing here?”
Edgeworth glances at him over his shoulder, brows furrowed in confusion. “The same thing I do every night, Wright. Trying to enjoy the view.” His voice takes on a hint of suspicion. “Why? What do you think I should be doing?
Wright stares at him for a moment then shakes his head, quite literally facepalming. “I can’t believe you forgot...”
Apparently unconcerned, Edgeworth turns back to his view, answering distractedly, “Forgot what?”
Wright simply sighs and joins him at the balcony's railing, resting his arms heavily on its surface. “Never mind. I guess it's too late now, anyway... It probably already started.” He suddenly has a glass of wine in hand and he casually looks over the scenery, taking a moment to admire the view as he seemingly forgets about his prior concern. ”Nothing beats the Los Angeles skyline, huh?” he says, calmly.
“Hmm...” Edgeworth answers, still distractedly. “One of the reasons I could never leave this place.” His eyes flick to his companion so briefly the gesture might be missed.
Dream Phoenix doesn't miss anything, however; he turns to look at Edgeworth and raises a brow curiously. The look is pointedly missed, unfortunately, as Edgeworth turns his head away and reaches for his glass, taking a sip of his wine. Somewhere in the background, violin music begins to play, its source undetectable.
Wright glances back to the city again, sipping at his wine. “So why did you call me out here?”
Edgeworth flashes him a slight smirk. “I didn’t. You decided to join me.”
The other man frowns. “I thought there was something you wanted to say.”
An answering frown crosses Edgeworth’s features. “Was there?” He pauses, his eyes on his glass again as he obviously considers the question. Finally, he sweeps his hand out over the railing with a casual shrug. “Perhaps I merely wanted to share the view.”
Wright watches him curiously as the music surrounding them picks up volume; hesitantly, he reaches over and places a hand on Edgeworth's forearm. His voice is suddenly as serious as the somber melody.
“It's okay, Edgeworth.”
Edgeworth freezes at the touch and continues to stare determinedly down at the city below. Finally he closes his eyes and gives a slow shake of his head. “Enjoy the view, Wright. I certainly paid enough for it.”
His companion shakes his head. “I don’t like the thought of you giving up on something. We don't have much time as it is.” His voice softens as he continues, “You know I won't hold it against you...”
Edgeworth hesitates, clearly uncertain. After a few moments a small, sad smile touches his lips. “No. You won’t.” The word ‘you’ is strangely accentuated, as if to say someone else probably will, but his companion seems oddly oblivious to the tone. He watches Edgeworth expectantly.
Without warning, Edgeworth closes the distance between them, capturing his friend’s lips with an almost chaste kiss. The camera stays close on them for a long while, as the Eiffel Tower limns them in light and the violin music reaches an almost deafening crescendo.
Finally, they separate, and the perspective moves above and behind them as they each pull away. The camera pans forward again, as they both lean on the railing and stare down at the Theme Building.
Wright is the first to break the silence.
“Is it really enough?”
There’s a pause before Edgeworth answers calmly, “It is.”
The wind rustles their hair as they continue to stare at the scenery. Costumed revelers are now filling the streets with tiny, dancing points of color, and shouts and laughter can be faintly heard. With a dreamlike quality in his voice, Wright says, “Sometimes I wonder...”
Still calm, almost resigned, Edgeworth answers, “It must be.”
Suddenly, the music vanishes from the background. Wright’s shoulders visibly tense, and he backs away from the railing. The camera shifts, and the viewer is treated to a clear shot of his wide-eyed gaze, then Edgeworth’s confused stare before he turns to look at his friend over his shoulder.
“Wright?”
The answer is almost a moan. “Oh God... This is bad...” He hurries back to Edgeworth’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Edgeworth, we have to go! You’ve got to get out of here!”
Edgeworth grabs his hand, his brows furrowing deeply, and his voice takes on an almost petulant tone. “Wright, no. We don’t...not yet...”
His friend is pleading now. “We do. The judge is about to hand down his verdict and it’s bad, Edgeworth. It’s really bad.” He pulls his hand free and reaches up to grasp Edgeworth’s shoulders tightly, then gives him a few, almost violent shakes.
“Come on! Wake up!”
Abruptly, the video ends.
As Edgeworth has a tendency to run away from things that are too big for him to handle, he may only be replying to comments where he feels he owes people an explanation or thinks he can talk his way out of this somehow. Which...won't be many places. XD;;; Commence “I KNEW IT”s and mocking in 3... 2... 1...))
The scene opens on Edgeworth, wearing his customary suit, sans jacket. He’s standing on a balcony, leaning on the wide railing, his arms crossed before him and a glass of dark, red wine at his elbow. Anyone who’s been to his apartment may recognize the balcony as his, but the city stretched out below him isn’t Los Angeles. ...At least, it isn’t only Los Angeles.
From a much higher floor than the third, numerous landmarks are visible, including the Empire State Building, the Eiffel Tower, and LAX’s Theme Building directly below. Just beyond the Eiffel Tower is a beach; the black water stretches off into the horizon, dotted with a dozen points of light from the stars reflecting off of it.
The ‘camera’ pans back to Edgeworth, taking in his contemplative expression and the door behind him. Suddenly, the door opens, revealing a haphazard-looking Wright bundled up in winter clothes. He rushes to Edgeworth’s side, panting as if he’s just been running. There’s a sense of urgency in his voice as he speaks.
“Edgeworth! Geez... What are you doing here?”
Edgeworth glances at him over his shoulder, brows furrowed in confusion. “The same thing I do every night, Wright. Trying to enjoy the view.” His voice takes on a hint of suspicion. “Why? What do you think I should be doing?
Wright stares at him for a moment then shakes his head, quite literally facepalming. “I can’t believe you forgot...”
Apparently unconcerned, Edgeworth turns back to his view, answering distractedly, “Forgot what?”
Wright simply sighs and joins him at the balcony's railing, resting his arms heavily on its surface. “Never mind. I guess it's too late now, anyway... It probably already started.” He suddenly has a glass of wine in hand and he casually looks over the scenery, taking a moment to admire the view as he seemingly forgets about his prior concern. ”Nothing beats the Los Angeles skyline, huh?” he says, calmly.
“Hmm...” Edgeworth answers, still distractedly. “One of the reasons I could never leave this place.” His eyes flick to his companion so briefly the gesture might be missed.
Dream Phoenix doesn't miss anything, however; he turns to look at Edgeworth and raises a brow curiously. The look is pointedly missed, unfortunately, as Edgeworth turns his head away and reaches for his glass, taking a sip of his wine. Somewhere in the background, violin music begins to play, its source undetectable.
Wright glances back to the city again, sipping at his wine. “So why did you call me out here?”
Edgeworth flashes him a slight smirk. “I didn’t. You decided to join me.”
The other man frowns. “I thought there was something you wanted to say.”
An answering frown crosses Edgeworth’s features. “Was there?” He pauses, his eyes on his glass again as he obviously considers the question. Finally, he sweeps his hand out over the railing with a casual shrug. “Perhaps I merely wanted to share the view.”
Wright watches him curiously as the music surrounding them picks up volume; hesitantly, he reaches over and places a hand on Edgeworth's forearm. His voice is suddenly as serious as the somber melody.
“It's okay, Edgeworth.”
Edgeworth freezes at the touch and continues to stare determinedly down at the city below. Finally he closes his eyes and gives a slow shake of his head. “Enjoy the view, Wright. I certainly paid enough for it.”
His companion shakes his head. “I don’t like the thought of you giving up on something. We don't have much time as it is.” His voice softens as he continues, “You know I won't hold it against you...”
Edgeworth hesitates, clearly uncertain. After a few moments a small, sad smile touches his lips. “No. You won’t.” The word ‘you’ is strangely accentuated, as if to say someone else probably will, but his companion seems oddly oblivious to the tone. He watches Edgeworth expectantly.
Without warning, Edgeworth closes the distance between them, capturing his friend’s lips with an almost chaste kiss. The camera stays close on them for a long while, as the Eiffel Tower limns them in light and the violin music reaches an almost deafening crescendo.
Finally, they separate, and the perspective moves above and behind them as they each pull away. The camera pans forward again, as they both lean on the railing and stare down at the Theme Building.
Wright is the first to break the silence.
“Is it really enough?”
There’s a pause before Edgeworth answers calmly, “It is.”
The wind rustles their hair as they continue to stare at the scenery. Costumed revelers are now filling the streets with tiny, dancing points of color, and shouts and laughter can be faintly heard. With a dreamlike quality in his voice, Wright says, “Sometimes I wonder...”
Still calm, almost resigned, Edgeworth answers, “It must be.”
Suddenly, the music vanishes from the background. Wright’s shoulders visibly tense, and he backs away from the railing. The camera shifts, and the viewer is treated to a clear shot of his wide-eyed gaze, then Edgeworth’s confused stare before he turns to look at his friend over his shoulder.
“Wright?”
The answer is almost a moan. “Oh God... This is bad...” He hurries back to Edgeworth’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Edgeworth, we have to go! You’ve got to get out of here!”
Edgeworth grabs his hand, his brows furrowing deeply, and his voice takes on an almost petulant tone. “Wright, no. We don’t...not yet...”
His friend is pleading now. “We do. The judge is about to hand down his verdict and it’s bad, Edgeworth. It’s really bad.” He pulls his hand free and reaches up to grasp Edgeworth’s shoulders tightly, then gives him a few, almost violent shakes.
“Come on! Wake up!”
Abruptly, the video ends.