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The blackguard sat hard down with no head on him now

Nov 29, 2010 11:15

Who: Miles Liesworth and Scam Merlotte
When: Monday, November 29, 2010.
Where: The Merlotte and Edgeworth Love Den
Summary: Edgeworth is trying like hell to make amends with Sam. That'll last, oh, roughly two minutes, because Sam, you know, ALMOST GOT KILLED BY YAHA. JESUS GDMF CHRIST.
Warnings: Well, language, for one. Discussion of Yaha, which is ( Read more... )

miles edgeworth, sam merlotte

Comments 15

deservesabone December 2 2010, 16:05:17 UTC

Sam was home early today, yes. It only made sense to be when he hadn't gone into work. He'd fired up his truck in the early morning and drove out, but it had been to go to the nearest clinic. A Darkness attack, he'd told the doctor. Those were claw marks. The clinic saw so many cases, it hadn't even been questioned. His wounds had been cleaned out and bandaged, with stitches for the deep slash on his hip. They'd given him a prescription for an antibiotic and sent him on his way. That had been all ( ... )

mentis_reae December 2 2010, 16:53:23 UTC

Why is he limping? Edgeworth knitted his brows together as he watched his friend walking over to the couch; he was trying to hide it, and doing a good job, but the fact remained that he was favoring one leg. Had it happened today? His clothes bore no signs of injury or of falling, no patches of dirt or wetness from falling in snow ( ... )

deservesabone December 3 2010, 01:57:49 UTC

Not just alcohol - whiskey. Sam's favorite drink, but he hadn't thought Edgeworth was particularly fond of it. The shifter watched the overfull glass slide closer, dubious. Maybe it was meant as a peace offering, but all Sam could think of was how fast this conversation had the potential of going downhill. Any moment now Edgeworth was going to say something like "Sam, I think we need to talk", and Sam was going to have to reply with "I don't know if that's all that good an idea, 'cause see, I'm not nearly as mad at you as I was, but I can almost guaren-damn-tee you're about to get pretty pissed at me..." The innocuous glass in front of him was a portent of doom; a golden liquid of ruin.

He took it all the same, fingers wet on the glass where it had overflowed. A large, almost painful gulp fixed any chance of that happening again. The whiskey burned its way down his throat. This just wasn't a situation made for sipping.

Sam almost had to smile when the question came, hesitant and unsure, from Edgeworth's lips. Should've known better ( ... )

mentis_reae December 3 2010, 03:20:07 UTC

Edgeworth nodded slowly and heavily and reached for the bottle, tipping out another glass for Sam. He sat up and took his own glass in his hand and drank a little more. It had more of a warming effect than a burning one, now, which was something to be thankful for ( ... )

deservesabone December 7 2010, 04:30:27 UTC

Unselfconscious wasn't a look Sam was used to seeing on Edgeworth (neither was tipsy, although it was clear he was that too). He hesitated as he took the newly-filled glass, surprised enough to sip this time.

"...Don't go exaggeratin' things," he said, looking down at his fingers. "You'll give me a big head." A weak attempt to keep his tone light, and his posture showed it. Tense, wavering. It wasn't the first time Edgeworth had reminded Sam that he cared about him, but god, somehow it always felt like the first time. He was ashamed by how easily the words affected him, even the notion that Edgeworth would set aside his belief in the law (might as well be talking about giving up a kidney) if he was ever captured again.

His brow knit with harsh lines, everything tangling into incoherency between his head and heart. Sookie would have an even harder time reading his thoughts, were she around (were she still even in the city). Why'd you have to go and do that. You shouldn't have lied to me, shouldn't have, shouldn't have, I was so ( ... )