untitled. (lyric prompt)
Series: Ace Attorney
Rating: G
Characters: Phoenix Wright
Summary Lyric prompt. (hands like secrets are the hardest thing to keep from you, lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through)
Author's note: None.
He argued for a living. He presented points and he questioned contradictions on a daily basis; he allowed the story to unfold by trusting in his clients and in the truth that would eventually shed its light amongst them all. Sometimes it got brutal and sometimes it felt far too easy.
But it never got personal. When they argued for themselves, the words were the salt that they continually pushed into each others faded, but still open wounds. Their arguments were always the worst. Each of them knew how to hurt the other, and sometimes they didn't hold back. It was nights like that that lead Phoenix home alone, with bitter memories and nothing to wake up to other than a stiff hangover and unshaven skin. Those nights often turned into weeks of silence from both parties, one jetting away to Europe whilst the other sits around and twiddles his thumbs with regrets, doubts and questions.
It was always different when he argued for someone else. At least on those occasions when he won the argument, he felt like he won something worthwhile.
Rating: G
Characters: Phoenix Wright
Summary Lyric prompt. (hands like secrets are the hardest thing to keep from you, lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through)
Author's note: None.
He argued for a living. He presented points and he questioned contradictions on a daily basis; he allowed the story to unfold by trusting in his clients and in the truth that would eventually shed its light amongst them all. Sometimes it got brutal and sometimes it felt far too easy.
But it never got personal. When they argued for themselves, the words were the salt that they continually pushed into each others faded, but still open wounds. Their arguments were always the worst. Each of them knew how to hurt the other, and sometimes they didn't hold back. It was nights like that that lead Phoenix home alone, with bitter memories and nothing to wake up to other than a stiff hangover and unshaven skin. Those nights often turned into weeks of silence from both parties, one jetting away to Europe whilst the other sits around and twiddles his thumbs with regrets, doubts and questions.
It was always different when he argued for someone else. At least on those occasions when he won the argument, he felt like he won something worthwhile.