I’m so scared about the future and I wanna talk to you…
Day: 29
Characters: Miles Edgeworth [mentis_reae], Nami [navigatornami]
Summary: A “simple” talk between Law and Outlaw. Simple… yes…
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day / Mid-morning Open door
Status: Closed/Incomplete
It had really taken a lot out of her just to manage to bring up the subject of talking in the first place. The man was so damned snippy, that her temper would slip on out from time to time and make an appearance, frustrate her, annoy him, and bother anyone hearing it really. Or so she felt. She tried hard though, for a bit, to ignore it and go back to hiding. But that wasn’t getting her anywhere.
For some reason this was bothering her; something more terrible then just thinking she killed him, or perhaps it was on par to that really. She… wasn’t even sure it was really him. After all he didn’t remember anything about it, which bothered her too. Then again… well… it could happen. But the loneliness of being the only one who even knew the truth really hurt too.
The whole damn thing hurt.
Her mind wandered as she walked, down a hall, sneaking around at open cell time. Bare foot as always, she made no sound, though this time she didn’t bring her covers, she just walked, and sneaked a bit, through the halls she shouldn’t be in. Also for her new habit it seemed, she didn’t bother eating her meal, again; but whatever. It wasn’t as if she was hungry, and she did eat earlier that day. Besides, she was sure she’d never be able to hold down everything with how she was feeling right now. Nerves were tearing her up inside, her tummy rolling and fighting her the closer she made it to the 13th cell. The last thing she needed to do was relive her last meal while trying to talk to the man about…
She reached the partly open door that said 13.
Blinking she looked at it, stood there, hearing someone in the cell and then… she was walking off again, arms wrapped around her body. “You can’t do this. Stupid. He won’t want to talk. You heard him. Already dealing with the Uppers.” She whispered to herself as she took about 10 steps away from the door, paused and groaned. They had to talk at some point.
Sucking in a breath, she looked back, sighed deeply, and moved to the door again, raising a hand to knock at it, to peek in and… well talk. But she as drawing back again.
No. No I am not fine. I can’t do this. I can’t... She was trying to back up again, her feet starting to move, but her hand reaching out to wrap on the door once. Pausing she shot her hand a betrayed look. Damn the hand for having a mind of its own like that! But it had happened, and so she stood there, mouth opening to say something but all she managed was “Ah…” and it kind of died off from there.
Characters: Miles Edgeworth [mentis_reae], Nami [navigatornami]
Summary: A “simple” talk between Law and Outlaw. Simple… yes…
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day / Mid-morning Open door
Status: Closed/Incomplete
It had really taken a lot out of her just to manage to bring up the subject of talking in the first place. The man was so damned snippy, that her temper would slip on out from time to time and make an appearance, frustrate her, annoy him, and bother anyone hearing it really. Or so she felt. She tried hard though, for a bit, to ignore it and go back to hiding. But that wasn’t getting her anywhere.
For some reason this was bothering her; something more terrible then just thinking she killed him, or perhaps it was on par to that really. She… wasn’t even sure it was really him. After all he didn’t remember anything about it, which bothered her too. Then again… well… it could happen. But the loneliness of being the only one who even knew the truth really hurt too.
The whole damn thing hurt.
Her mind wandered as she walked, down a hall, sneaking around at open cell time. Bare foot as always, she made no sound, though this time she didn’t bring her covers, she just walked, and sneaked a bit, through the halls she shouldn’t be in. Also for her new habit it seemed, she didn’t bother eating her meal, again; but whatever. It wasn’t as if she was hungry, and she did eat earlier that day. Besides, she was sure she’d never be able to hold down everything with how she was feeling right now. Nerves were tearing her up inside, her tummy rolling and fighting her the closer she made it to the 13th cell. The last thing she needed to do was relive her last meal while trying to talk to the man about…
She reached the partly open door that said 13.
Blinking she looked at it, stood there, hearing someone in the cell and then… she was walking off again, arms wrapped around her body. “You can’t do this. Stupid. He won’t want to talk. You heard him. Already dealing with the Uppers.” She whispered to herself as she took about 10 steps away from the door, paused and groaned. They had to talk at some point.
Sucking in a breath, she looked back, sighed deeply, and moved to the door again, raising a hand to knock at it, to peek in and… well talk. But she as drawing back again.
No. No I am not fine. I can’t do this. I can’t... She was trying to back up again, her feet starting to move, but her hand reaching out to wrap on the door once. Pausing she shot her hand a betrayed look. Damn the hand for having a mind of its own like that! But it had happened, and so she stood there, mouth opening to say something but all she managed was “Ah…” and it kind of died off from there.