[FIC]Given Away, Phoenix Wright, Manfred von Karma and elder daughter
Title: Given Away
Fandom: Phoenix Wright
Characters: Manfred von Karma and his elder daughter we only hear about in one line
Requested by galerian_ash here (previously filled)
Notes: For June Fic-a-Day. Takes place a few years before the first game.
Manfred von Karma was not a man accustomed to giving things away.
From concrete things like money, to more intangible concepts like victory, he was never happy to let anything slip through his fingers. Even his children's birthday and Christmas gifts weren't freely given, their quantity and quality bought by good grades, well done chores, and anything else they could think of that they might barter for whatever it was they desired the most that year.
Still, he had always had something of a well-hidden soft spot for a well-formed argument from either of his daughters. The stronger their arguments, the longer they could match every counterpoint her tried to make, the more likely it became that he would give in to whatever it was they wished. It was a thing to be proud of, seeing his children using the skills he'd taught them against him. Doubly so when they used them well.
And his eldest, his Ebba, had used every trick and tactic he'd ever shown her to try convincing him to do this one thing. If they had been in court, he was certain that papers would have been written about the case she had made, and that she would have soon found herself followed around by starry-eyed law students wanting to be just like her once they were in the prosecutor's office.
But he had been the only one to see it, and ultimately he had found himself agreeing to what she'd wanted.
She walked beside him now, smiling brightly, standing straight and proud. He glanced around them, his eyes settling on Franziska. She was sitting beside The Boy, her face tight, barely bothering to restrain her displeasure. She was not at all pleased with her sister's decision, or with her father for allowing it, and had never hidden it. He would have to have a discussion with her later; as an lawyer she had to be better at disguising her emotions, even when personal issues were involved. Besides, he'd done every check he had the authority to order (and a few that he didn't without pulling a few strings), to make sure that Ebba's choice was satisfactory, and the results were all acceptable.
She squeezed his arm and kissed his cheek, and then she stepped away from him, leaving him to retreat to his own seat. As he watched her turn her back to him, reaching out to take the hand of the man waiting for her before the alter, he began to feel a burning sensation in his eyes so unfamiliar that it took him a moment to even remember what it meant.
With perfect dignity he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, opposite the one that hid his taser, pulled out a neat white handkerchief and dabbed unobtrusively at his eyes.
Manfred von Karma was not a man accustomed to giving things away. Especially not when it was something as important as his own daughter.
Fandom: Phoenix Wright
Characters: Manfred von Karma and his elder daughter we only hear about in one line
Requested by galerian_ash here (previously filled)
Notes: For June Fic-a-Day. Takes place a few years before the first game.
Manfred von Karma was not a man accustomed to giving things away.
From concrete things like money, to more intangible concepts like victory, he was never happy to let anything slip through his fingers. Even his children's birthday and Christmas gifts weren't freely given, their quantity and quality bought by good grades, well done chores, and anything else they could think of that they might barter for whatever it was they desired the most that year.
Still, he had always had something of a well-hidden soft spot for a well-formed argument from either of his daughters. The stronger their arguments, the longer they could match every counterpoint her tried to make, the more likely it became that he would give in to whatever it was they wished. It was a thing to be proud of, seeing his children using the skills he'd taught them against him. Doubly so when they used them well.
And his eldest, his Ebba, had used every trick and tactic he'd ever shown her to try convincing him to do this one thing. If they had been in court, he was certain that papers would have been written about the case she had made, and that she would have soon found herself followed around by starry-eyed law students wanting to be just like her once they were in the prosecutor's office.
But he had been the only one to see it, and ultimately he had found himself agreeing to what she'd wanted.
She walked beside him now, smiling brightly, standing straight and proud. He glanced around them, his eyes settling on Franziska. She was sitting beside The Boy, her face tight, barely bothering to restrain her displeasure. She was not at all pleased with her sister's decision, or with her father for allowing it, and had never hidden it. He would have to have a discussion with her later; as an lawyer she had to be better at disguising her emotions, even when personal issues were involved. Besides, he'd done every check he had the authority to order (and a few that he didn't without pulling a few strings), to make sure that Ebba's choice was satisfactory, and the results were all acceptable.
She squeezed his arm and kissed his cheek, and then she stepped away from him, leaving him to retreat to his own seat. As he watched her turn her back to him, reaching out to take the hand of the man waiting for her before the alter, he began to feel a burning sensation in his eyes so unfamiliar that it took him a moment to even remember what it meant.
With perfect dignity he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, opposite the one that hid his taser, pulled out a neat white handkerchief and dabbed unobtrusively at his eyes.
Manfred von Karma was not a man accustomed to giving things away. Especially not when it was something as important as his own daughter.