The Rumors Are Flying
Title: The Rumors Are Flying
Fandom: Ace Attorney series
Character/Pairing: Daryan Crescend/Pearl Fey
Summary: If the looks he was getting weren't going to kill him, she would gladly do the job.
Author's Notes: Holy crap, I actually churned something out for this! YAY!!!11ONE!!1
“Gossip needn’t be false to be evil-there’s a lot of truth that shouldn’t be passed around.”
-Frank A. Clark
If the looks he was getting weren’t going to kill him, she would gladly do the job. It wasn’t as though he was the one causing them grief; he had hardly ever conversed with her, save for the times when they were waiting for their respective confidants to leave the courtroom.
Daryan Crescend would kill the sick fuck who insisted on the fact that he and this girl - who was eight years younger than him, no less - were a couple because they were seen together all of one time.
She was forced into this position now, just a normal girl who was with the wrong person at the wrong time. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, she cleared her throat and stared at the floor.
“I’m sorry. If I hadn’t been so desperate to cling to someone…” Pearl took a quick breath and hazarded a glance at him, her eyes wide. “It’s my fault people are thinking this way!”
If he felt guilty before, he was just being tortured right about then. Sighing, he placed a hand on her head and frowned. God, the whole physical contact deal was too awkward for him to deal with. She was just too…too…
Wonderful. Now he was falling victim to the very thing he was pissed about. Still, Pearl Fey was infinitely more interesting and selfless than anyone he had ever met, and that was after two conversations with her. Surprisingly intelligent and mature for her age and cute to boot, she was pretty much every ephebophile’s wet dream. He was almost terrified to wonder how many other guys were smitten with her.
“It’s not your fault,” he said, rubbing her head with an air of dejectedness. “Some people are just stupid.”
Klavier came to mind when he said that.
“Well, whatever. It’s not a big deal anyway, it’ll blow over soon if they don’t see us making out or anything.” He decided not to focus on her traumatized expression but the fact that he was starting to run his fingers through her hair because Jesus Christ it was soft.
Daryan always hated himself for this; he subconsciously gave in to rumors like these. But at least he wasn’t with a bimbo this time.
Far from it, he thought as she smiled meekly at him.
Fuck it; if rumors were already flying, why not give them a show?