This killer on the run, he steals from me the sun
Who: Phoenix Wright lawyerific and Yaha barebacking
When: Saturday 12th February
Where: A lovely, safely locked office, i.e. Wright & Co.
Summary: Phoenix is busy at work, Yaha has had some bad news and pays a visit.
Warnings: All of the potential that goes with Yaha, will add as needed, dub-con touching/nibbling.
[The news this morning was open on Phoenix's NV, his thumb scrolling down through the story again. Yaha and his lover. The two had had a fight, it said, and then a partially devoured arm had been found and type-matched. He read it through again, gleaned nothing new - as before - and eventually slammed the device back down onto his desk, a little harder than he really meant to. Edgeworth had said that he'd use the opportunity to kill again, hadn't he? And while Phoenix couldn't know whether Yaha was responsible or not, the guilt was already creeping in. The certainty that it must be true, even though he didn't have evidence. And as a result of that, the certainty that he was the one who was responsible, that had set this killer loose.
He dropped his elbow onto the desk, his hand moving to cover his eyes, his fingers curling against his temple. Bruises had started to come up on his knuckles from hitting Edgeworth a few days ago, but the bruises didn't matter. They reminded him only of how important it was that he hold his nerve.
Phoenix sighed. It was so hard to concentrate, to keep working, but he was still an attorney. The law just didn't wait.]
When: Saturday 12th February
Where: A lovely, safely locked office, i.e. Wright & Co.
Summary: Phoenix is busy at work, Yaha has had some bad news and pays a visit.
Warnings: All of the potential that goes with Yaha, will add as needed, dub-con touching/nibbling.
[The news this morning was open on Phoenix's NV, his thumb scrolling down through the story again. Yaha and his lover. The two had had a fight, it said, and then a partially devoured arm had been found and type-matched. He read it through again, gleaned nothing new - as before - and eventually slammed the device back down onto his desk, a little harder than he really meant to. Edgeworth had said that he'd use the opportunity to kill again, hadn't he? And while Phoenix couldn't know whether Yaha was responsible or not, the guilt was already creeping in. The certainty that it must be true, even though he didn't have evidence. And as a result of that, the certainty that he was the one who was responsible, that had set this killer loose.
He dropped his elbow onto the desk, his hand moving to cover his eyes, his fingers curling against his temple. Bruises had started to come up on his knuckles from hitting Edgeworth a few days ago, but the bruises didn't matter. They reminded him only of how important it was that he hold his nerve.
Phoenix sighed. It was so hard to concentrate, to keep working, but he was still an attorney. The law just didn't wait.]