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Who: Miles Edgeworth, Yaha, Envy and Tohru Adachi.
When: Saturday, afternoon.
Where: Edgeworth's office.
Summary: Murderers reveal themselves.
Warnings: Violence. Disturbing(?).
Things are far more disconcerting and real in the daylight, aren't they? His poor body was still healing from the attack of Riku. The strain through everything that he was doing, even if it was something as simple as walking. Yaha could feel his children sleeping somewhere beneath the ground, and hoped what he was giving them were good dreams. He had decided to change how he did things. Yes, he decided instead of being passive and sweet that he would be more active and violent in his wishes. Because he did not want Urick to hate him; he did not track the other down to tether his love to him. To keep him safe and his, even if it would bring such distaste and loathing. But the Core did not care about his feelings or his desire for some amnesty of Urick's detestation. So why should he care the same of others?
He sighed to himself as he walked through the empty building - running his fingers through his hair. Though, even if it were empty, he kept his invisibility spell wrapped tight around his form. Still, I thought to try to purify my thoughts before it came to this. That was why he located all those men to write him love letters. He thought that if he had it in writing, that it would feel more real than the sensation of skin against skin. Of course, it was done only because his body would most likely break under the usual wishes of love that he wanted felt. Yet nothing that they wrote really sounded truthful or real. It bothered him that they could not put a little bit of their heart into it - especially when he asked so nicely. If that was how they expressed their love, then they should just die and spare those from hearing and reading such lackluster affections.
But I should not give up all hope. Yaha glossed his fingers over the closed door in an affectionate manner. He smiled kindly before his spell was cast. Yes, he could easily just open the door and enter, but that was really no fun. Even he had a certain amount of whimsy to him. His hand pressed against the door until the intangibility was cast allowing him to pass through it - as it passed through it turned visible on the other side. Grabbing on either side of the door frame on the other side, he tugged himself into the room easily. Now visible, he raised his hand up over his mouth to barely hide a soft smile and even softer laugh.
"Hello, Edgeworth."
When: Saturday, afternoon.
Where: Edgeworth's office.
Summary: Murderers reveal themselves.
Warnings: Violence. Disturbing(?).
Things are far more disconcerting and real in the daylight, aren't they? His poor body was still healing from the attack of Riku. The strain through everything that he was doing, even if it was something as simple as walking. Yaha could feel his children sleeping somewhere beneath the ground, and hoped what he was giving them were good dreams. He had decided to change how he did things. Yes, he decided instead of being passive and sweet that he would be more active and violent in his wishes. Because he did not want Urick to hate him; he did not track the other down to tether his love to him. To keep him safe and his, even if it would bring such distaste and loathing. But the Core did not care about his feelings or his desire for some amnesty of Urick's detestation. So why should he care the same of others?
He sighed to himself as he walked through the empty building - running his fingers through his hair. Though, even if it were empty, he kept his invisibility spell wrapped tight around his form. Still, I thought to try to purify my thoughts before it came to this. That was why he located all those men to write him love letters. He thought that if he had it in writing, that it would feel more real than the sensation of skin against skin. Of course, it was done only because his body would most likely break under the usual wishes of love that he wanted felt. Yet nothing that they wrote really sounded truthful or real. It bothered him that they could not put a little bit of their heart into it - especially when he asked so nicely. If that was how they expressed their love, then they should just die and spare those from hearing and reading such lackluster affections.
But I should not give up all hope. Yaha glossed his fingers over the closed door in an affectionate manner. He smiled kindly before his spell was cast. Yes, he could easily just open the door and enter, but that was really no fun. Even he had a certain amount of whimsy to him. His hand pressed against the door until the intangibility was cast allowing him to pass through it - as it passed through it turned visible on the other side. Grabbing on either side of the door frame on the other side, he tugged himself into the room easily. Now visible, he raised his hand up over his mouth to barely hide a soft smile and even softer laugh.
"Hello, Edgeworth."