Edgeworth/Lulu; Cigarettes & Chocolate Milk...Tea, Rather.
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Cigarettes & Chocolate Milk...Tea, Rather.
UNBETA'D.
G.
Edgeworth/Lulu~!!
He notices the subtle things about Miles. The way he constantly adjusts his shoulders, the staggering way his eyes fall when he chides him, the weightlessness his bangs seem to possess, the way his jawline is outlined by the light from the small lamp on his office desk during their late night chats and how different it would seem if the light were to be provided by a different source.
Perhaps the moonlight, he thinks with his chin on his palm, watching the other man speak. Perhaps in my apartment as well.
The smirk that resists against his better judgment blossoms and Miles pauses. “Lelouch? Are you even listening? I know I’ve told you this before but that doesn’t mean you can block me out. …Lelouch?”
He clears his throat and adjusts his position. “Ah, yes. I know.”
He does know. He listened the first time he was told and he remembers every word. Just because he chose not abide by his advice does not mean that he did not hear it. He smiles again and Miles is clearly unamused.
“Then tell me. What am I talking about? Keep in mind, I have to ask Whitney these same questions. I never thought you’d be as absent-minded as she can be at times.”
“You are…” He clears his throat again, mouth suddenly dry. “You are, once again, advising me to take better care of myself.”
“Yes, and?”
“Because people care about me.”
“And?” Miles crosses his arms.
“…Edgeworth, what else is there?” He says, letting out a sigh and his chest feels considerably lighter. Once the air rushes back, the pressure does too. “It’s not as if it affects my health aside from the entire concept of dying. The Phoenix Downs, they heal completely-“
“Because people not only care, but are affected by losing you, no matter how many times it may happen. Do you recall each time you’ve died and how people have reacted?”
“Of course.”
“It’s not as if they are as desensitized to death as much you are. They repeat the experience each time as if it were the first. It’s...not pleasant.”
Well, of course it’s not pleasant, he thinks, it’s death.
“Alright,” Lelouch says, finally. He sets his hands on the tabletop and folds one over the other. “I understand. I really will try to be more considerate from this point on. I promise.”
There a look of doubt that flashes across Mile’s face for a brief moment before he settles into a slight smile. “Good. Tommy may be accustomed to loss as much as you are but that doesn’t necessarily mean that the rest of us are.”
What of Tommy?
He also notices the way that he speaks the name Edgeworth to his face and Miles behind his back. He notices the way that he doesn’t think of Tommy - the name, the face, the body, the person, the feelings, or the memories - when he’s near his best friend. He only concentrates on the weight he feels when they meet eyes that he hadn’t felt so strongly before. He fabricates memories and a future and keeps a conversation afloat. He feels guilt that he hasn’t fully realized himself or rather, he doesn’t want to acknowledge.
That perhaps, his boyfriend is just a fling and his best friend will last. That the love of his life will be the flavor of the week and a man he shares tea with on Wednesdays will be the one he never lets go of.
“…Now that I think about it,” Edgeworth continues. “You’ve witnessed those you care for dying here at the Kingdom - including me - and you’ve reacted the way any normal person would. I think the only thing that you’ve grown used to is the idea of you dying, not of passing on itself.”
“What if Phoenix and Tommy never arrived?”
The words are out before he’s completed his thought that was meant to only humor him, that should have never left his head. The surprise, rather than the words, stays inside and he knows that he can’t take it back as it simply defies nature and all that is respectable.
The shock on Miles’ face is evident so Lelouch smiles.
“Well, tell me. What would happen?”
He knows what would happen. They would have fallen in love despite how fairy tale-like the concept sounded. But he has to be politically correct, even with himself, so he reminds himself that if it weren’t for Phoenix then they would have never formed the bond they did.
Miles gathers himself and forces on a strong façade, the impression that he never lost his composure. He says in a clear yet somewhat quiet voice, “Everything.”
But Lelouch knows that that is not the case.
That Tommy would be the only thing different, that “everything” has already happened.
He smiles.
“Alright.”
FOR YOU, NICOLLE, BB. YOU'RE WONDERFUL. I LOVE YOU.
Cigarettes & Chocolate Milk...Tea, Rather.
UNBETA'D.
G.
Edgeworth/Lulu~!!
He notices the subtle things about Miles. The way he constantly adjusts his shoulders, the staggering way his eyes fall when he chides him, the weightlessness his bangs seem to possess, the way his jawline is outlined by the light from the small lamp on his office desk during their late night chats and how different it would seem if the light were to be provided by a different source.
Perhaps the moonlight, he thinks with his chin on his palm, watching the other man speak. Perhaps in my apartment as well.
The smirk that resists against his better judgment blossoms and Miles pauses. “Lelouch? Are you even listening? I know I’ve told you this before but that doesn’t mean you can block me out. …Lelouch?”
He clears his throat and adjusts his position. “Ah, yes. I know.”
He does know. He listened the first time he was told and he remembers every word. Just because he chose not abide by his advice does not mean that he did not hear it. He smiles again and Miles is clearly unamused.
“Then tell me. What am I talking about? Keep in mind, I have to ask Whitney these same questions. I never thought you’d be as absent-minded as she can be at times.”
“You are…” He clears his throat again, mouth suddenly dry. “You are, once again, advising me to take better care of myself.”
“Yes, and?”
“Because people care about me.”
“And?” Miles crosses his arms.
“…Edgeworth, what else is there?” He says, letting out a sigh and his chest feels considerably lighter. Once the air rushes back, the pressure does too. “It’s not as if it affects my health aside from the entire concept of dying. The Phoenix Downs, they heal completely-“
“Because people not only care, but are affected by losing you, no matter how many times it may happen. Do you recall each time you’ve died and how people have reacted?”
“Of course.”
“It’s not as if they are as desensitized to death as much you are. They repeat the experience each time as if it were the first. It’s...not pleasant.”
Well, of course it’s not pleasant, he thinks, it’s death.
“Alright,” Lelouch says, finally. He sets his hands on the tabletop and folds one over the other. “I understand. I really will try to be more considerate from this point on. I promise.”
There a look of doubt that flashes across Mile’s face for a brief moment before he settles into a slight smile. “Good. Tommy may be accustomed to loss as much as you are but that doesn’t necessarily mean that the rest of us are.”
What of Tommy?
He also notices the way that he speaks the name Edgeworth to his face and Miles behind his back. He notices the way that he doesn’t think of Tommy - the name, the face, the body, the person, the feelings, or the memories - when he’s near his best friend. He only concentrates on the weight he feels when they meet eyes that he hadn’t felt so strongly before. He fabricates memories and a future and keeps a conversation afloat. He feels guilt that he hasn’t fully realized himself or rather, he doesn’t want to acknowledge.
That perhaps, his boyfriend is just a fling and his best friend will last. That the love of his life will be the flavor of the week and a man he shares tea with on Wednesdays will be the one he never lets go of.
“…Now that I think about it,” Edgeworth continues. “You’ve witnessed those you care for dying here at the Kingdom - including me - and you’ve reacted the way any normal person would. I think the only thing that you’ve grown used to is the idea of you dying, not of passing on itself.”
“What if Phoenix and Tommy never arrived?”
The words are out before he’s completed his thought that was meant to only humor him, that should have never left his head. The surprise, rather than the words, stays inside and he knows that he can’t take it back as it simply defies nature and all that is respectable.
The shock on Miles’ face is evident so Lelouch smiles.
“Well, tell me. What would happen?”
He knows what would happen. They would have fallen in love despite how fairy tale-like the concept sounded. But he has to be politically correct, even with himself, so he reminds himself that if it weren’t for Phoenix then they would have never formed the bond they did.
Miles gathers himself and forces on a strong façade, the impression that he never lost his composure. He says in a clear yet somewhat quiet voice, “Everything.”
But Lelouch knows that that is not the case.
That Tommy would be the only thing different, that “everything” has already happened.
He smiles.
“Alright.”
FOR YOU, NICOLLE, BB. YOU'RE WONDERFUL. I LOVE YOU.