Though the long road begins and ends with you, / I cannot seem to make amends with you.
Who: Jinx (dynamite with a laser beam) and Edgeworth (guaranteed to blow your mind)
When: Tonight, tonight, won't be just any night, tonight will be May 14th, 2010!!
Where: Edgeworth's swingin' bachelor pad, that which is well-trod by many female feet, if you know what I mean
Summary: There is much 'splainin to do. Unfortunately, it will get derailed by lots of shouting, probably.
Warnings: BDSM, non-con----WAIT FUCK WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOMEONE HAS ALREADY DONE THAT JOKE, GOD FML but seriously nothing but language Okay just kidding Jinx pulled out her shiv. Shit just got REAL.
It occurred to him only belatedly that she might not come altogether, and the idea was strangely unsettling to him. He knew quite well that the meeting would most likely end acrimoniously. She would storm out, declaring him worthless, cowardly, any number of profanities he’d not previously encountered but whose meaning he could glean from context, and he would be left uncomprehending of what he had done to offend her. So he dreaded this meeting, because he suspected it would end with the volatile young woman severing ties with him altogether.
That would, of course, be better. Not more practical, to be certain, for though the acquisition thereof left him nervous and uneasy, the intelligence she brought back from Afterglow was invaluable. But on a purely selfish level, it would be better, because she would be safer, and because in the cold dispassion of severed ties she would no longer find right cause to be upset with him, nor he with her. It would allow them both more time to focus on their respective duties, and even if they did not have the strength granted by combined forces nor would they have the constant distracting squabbles. No longer would he have to come away from each of their conversations feeling cruel and wantonly destructive.
It would be better.
Why, then, did he dread this so? Why did he dread the prospect of the meeting which would most likely so enrage her? It was necessary and right. Yet it seemed he held some shred of foolish sentimentality, some ridiculous desire to be on friendly terms with her, even though such a thing seemed to bring neither of them anything save upset...Would that he could excise from himself all such sentiment. Would that he could simply focus on what needed to be done, do it, and be finished. Would, in short, that he had no such human weakness as this.
So he was unsettled by the thought that she would come, and he was unsettled by the thought that she would not. He was unsettled by the thought of things continuing as they were. He was unsettled by every irrational damned word that Jinx uttered, by God. And he was unsettled when, having opened his door, closed it, locked it, and put the water on for tea, he finally looked up from the sheaf of papers in his hand to blink over his reading glasses and find Jinx there.
When: Tonight, tonight, won't be just any night, tonight will be May 14th, 2010!!
Where: Edgeworth's swingin' bachelor pad, that which is well-trod by many female feet, if you know what I mean
Summary: There is much 'splainin to do. Unfortunately, it will get derailed by lots of shouting, probably.
Warnings: BDSM, non-con----WAIT FUCK WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOMEONE HAS ALREADY DONE THAT JOKE, GOD FML but seriously nothing but language Okay just kidding Jinx pulled out her shiv. Shit just got REAL.
It occurred to him only belatedly that she might not come altogether, and the idea was strangely unsettling to him. He knew quite well that the meeting would most likely end acrimoniously. She would storm out, declaring him worthless, cowardly, any number of profanities he’d not previously encountered but whose meaning he could glean from context, and he would be left uncomprehending of what he had done to offend her. So he dreaded this meeting, because he suspected it would end with the volatile young woman severing ties with him altogether.
That would, of course, be better. Not more practical, to be certain, for though the acquisition thereof left him nervous and uneasy, the intelligence she brought back from Afterglow was invaluable. But on a purely selfish level, it would be better, because she would be safer, and because in the cold dispassion of severed ties she would no longer find right cause to be upset with him, nor he with her. It would allow them both more time to focus on their respective duties, and even if they did not have the strength granted by combined forces nor would they have the constant distracting squabbles. No longer would he have to come away from each of their conversations feeling cruel and wantonly destructive.
It would be better.
Why, then, did he dread this so? Why did he dread the prospect of the meeting which would most likely so enrage her? It was necessary and right. Yet it seemed he held some shred of foolish sentimentality, some ridiculous desire to be on friendly terms with her, even though such a thing seemed to bring neither of them anything save upset...Would that he could excise from himself all such sentiment. Would that he could simply focus on what needed to be done, do it, and be finished. Would, in short, that he had no such human weakness as this.
So he was unsettled by the thought that she would come, and he was unsettled by the thought that she would not. He was unsettled by the thought of things continuing as they were. He was unsettled by every irrational damned word that Jinx uttered, by God. And he was unsettled when, having opened his door, closed it, locked it, and put the water on for tea, he finally looked up from the sheaf of papers in his hand to blink over his reading glasses and find Jinx there.