Mixed Messages (Phoenix Wright, PG-13)
Title: Missed Messages
Fandom / Pairing: Phoenix Wright, Edgeworth/Phoenix
Rating: PG-13 for kisskiss time
Summary: Edgeworth tries to tell Phoenix something important. Phoenix doesn't QUITE get the message though.
Notes: For 12daysofxxxmas, prompt #4 - miscommunication
Everything had been planned out perfectly. Like everything in Miles’ life, he had planned out every moment, every action and reaction. He knew what he would say, knew his answer to every question, and knew exactly how he would act in every situation.
The only problem was, Phoenix some how always found a way to find the one thing he had never thought about.
He paced around the dark office, waiting. He had left Phoenix a message on his phone to meet him at 7 pm, sharp. But the only thing sharp about Phoenix were the points on the end of his spiky hair. There would be something with Pearl or Maya or some client that he needed to speak to right away.
“I’m sorry!” That familiar voice announced as he burst through the door. “Maya was being a pain, she needed some samurai toy, and you know what the malls are like right now!”
Miles sighed, smiling ever so slightly as he watched Phoenix close the door, running his hand nervously through his hair. “It’s okay. I figured it was something like that.”
Phoenix grinned, relaxing a little once he knew Miles wasn’t upset. “Oh good. Anyways, what’s up?”
And with that, everything left Miles’ mind. His plans, his lines, his explanations, everything - his mind went blank. Perhaps it was that charm that Phoenix never knew he had, or that smile that could melt his cold demeanour from across a courtroom. Whatever it was, Miles faltered. “Well, I… I had something to tell you. Something important.”
“What, for that murder case I have?” Phoenix asked, an eager look in his eye at the thought. “Because if you have anything, that’d be great. I’m a little stuck.”
“No, no, nothing like that today,” Miles shook his head. “Though, I’m sure you’ll be fine. You always find a way, some how.” Phoenix laughed, in that unsure way he always did when he was trying to show he wasn’t completely thrown off by something. They’d been in too many trials together for him not to notice these things, Miles told himself. “No, this is a bit more… personal, I suppose.”
“Personal?” Phoenix cocked his head to the side, surprised at this declaration. “What do you mean?”
Miles paused yet again, no longer sure how to explain himself. “Well… I just wanted you to know that… I’m… well, there’s something different about me.”
“Yeah, I know!” Phoenix grinned, liking that he already knew the answer. “You wear that silly cravat! How different can you get?”
Miles sighed, fingers tracing over the lace tied about his neck. “No, no, not that… Well, I guess, in hindsight, it does add to it… But it’s important. And I’m telling you because I get the feeling we’re not different.”
“I thought you just said you’re different? I’m not like you, you’re a prosecutor, and I’m a defence lawyer!” Phoenix shook his head, once again seeming pleased he was apparently getting the upper hand.
“Wright, this has nothing to do with law!” Miles found his patience waning, wondering why he would bother telling Phoenix this in the first place. “It has to do with… well, with you. And… And me.”
“Ohh…” Phoenix paused, thinking over what he’d just been told. Miles stood there, hoping he would see that light in Phoenix’s eyes when he realized something. “You mean, like, back in school?”
“…God, Phoenix, you’re as thick as mud sometimes.” There was only one way to get the information you need sometimes, Miles knew, and that was to force it out. And there was only one way to tell Phoenix who he was and how he felt, and find out how Phoenix felt at the same time. With a few long strides, Miles made his way over to Phoenix, suddenly filled with more confidence in himself than he had in himself since before there ever was a Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney to prove him wrong countless times, to humble his inflated ego. He grabbed Phoenix by the lapels, pulling him close as he kissed him, finally. It wasn’t long, or much at all, but it was long enough. When Miles pulled back, he almost feared looking in Phoenix’s eyes, afraid of what he’d see. Or, worse, what he wouldn’t see. But to not look would be not being Miles Edgeworth.
Phoenix didn’t say anything for a long while, his face frozen in some blank expression. Until finally.
“…You called me Phoenix.”
Miles blinked, wondering what kind of reaction that was. “Yes? Yes, I did.”
“…I like that.”
Miles wondered what it was Phoenix liked, but for once, the defence lawyer was as clear as day, grabbing the cravat, pulling Miles in for a second kiss.
Fandom / Pairing: Phoenix Wright, Edgeworth/Phoenix
Rating: PG-13 for kisskiss time
Summary: Edgeworth tries to tell Phoenix something important. Phoenix doesn't QUITE get the message though.
Notes: For 12daysofxxxmas, prompt #4 - miscommunication
Everything had been planned out perfectly. Like everything in Miles’ life, he had planned out every moment, every action and reaction. He knew what he would say, knew his answer to every question, and knew exactly how he would act in every situation.
The only problem was, Phoenix some how always found a way to find the one thing he had never thought about.
He paced around the dark office, waiting. He had left Phoenix a message on his phone to meet him at 7 pm, sharp. But the only thing sharp about Phoenix were the points on the end of his spiky hair. There would be something with Pearl or Maya or some client that he needed to speak to right away.
“I’m sorry!” That familiar voice announced as he burst through the door. “Maya was being a pain, she needed some samurai toy, and you know what the malls are like right now!”
Miles sighed, smiling ever so slightly as he watched Phoenix close the door, running his hand nervously through his hair. “It’s okay. I figured it was something like that.”
Phoenix grinned, relaxing a little once he knew Miles wasn’t upset. “Oh good. Anyways, what’s up?”
And with that, everything left Miles’ mind. His plans, his lines, his explanations, everything - his mind went blank. Perhaps it was that charm that Phoenix never knew he had, or that smile that could melt his cold demeanour from across a courtroom. Whatever it was, Miles faltered. “Well, I… I had something to tell you. Something important.”
“What, for that murder case I have?” Phoenix asked, an eager look in his eye at the thought. “Because if you have anything, that’d be great. I’m a little stuck.”
“No, no, nothing like that today,” Miles shook his head. “Though, I’m sure you’ll be fine. You always find a way, some how.” Phoenix laughed, in that unsure way he always did when he was trying to show he wasn’t completely thrown off by something. They’d been in too many trials together for him not to notice these things, Miles told himself. “No, this is a bit more… personal, I suppose.”
“Personal?” Phoenix cocked his head to the side, surprised at this declaration. “What do you mean?”
Miles paused yet again, no longer sure how to explain himself. “Well… I just wanted you to know that… I’m… well, there’s something different about me.”
“Yeah, I know!” Phoenix grinned, liking that he already knew the answer. “You wear that silly cravat! How different can you get?”
Miles sighed, fingers tracing over the lace tied about his neck. “No, no, not that… Well, I guess, in hindsight, it does add to it… But it’s important. And I’m telling you because I get the feeling we’re not different.”
“I thought you just said you’re different? I’m not like you, you’re a prosecutor, and I’m a defence lawyer!” Phoenix shook his head, once again seeming pleased he was apparently getting the upper hand.
“Wright, this has nothing to do with law!” Miles found his patience waning, wondering why he would bother telling Phoenix this in the first place. “It has to do with… well, with you. And… And me.”
“Ohh…” Phoenix paused, thinking over what he’d just been told. Miles stood there, hoping he would see that light in Phoenix’s eyes when he realized something. “You mean, like, back in school?”
“…God, Phoenix, you’re as thick as mud sometimes.” There was only one way to get the information you need sometimes, Miles knew, and that was to force it out. And there was only one way to tell Phoenix who he was and how he felt, and find out how Phoenix felt at the same time. With a few long strides, Miles made his way over to Phoenix, suddenly filled with more confidence in himself than he had in himself since before there ever was a Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney to prove him wrong countless times, to humble his inflated ego. He grabbed Phoenix by the lapels, pulling him close as he kissed him, finally. It wasn’t long, or much at all, but it was long enough. When Miles pulled back, he almost feared looking in Phoenix’s eyes, afraid of what he’d see. Or, worse, what he wouldn’t see. But to not look would be not being Miles Edgeworth.
Phoenix didn’t say anything for a long while, his face frozen in some blank expression. Until finally.
“…You called me Phoenix.”
Miles blinked, wondering what kind of reaction that was. “Yes? Yes, I did.”
“…I like that.”
Miles wondered what it was Phoenix liked, but for once, the defence lawyer was as clear as day, grabbing the cravat, pulling Miles in for a second kiss.