Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth [UNFINISHED]
Who: Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth [CLOSED]
Where: Apartment 105 in the Tenements, then out into the city.
When: After this log between Harry Potter and Miles Edgeworth
What: Phoenix freaks out about Miles' sudden disappearance. Plans to search for a way out turn to a discussion about the Church and a mission to find clothes and other ( Read more... )
Where: Apartment 105 in the Tenements, then out into the city.
When: After this log between Harry Potter and Miles Edgeworth
What: Phoenix freaks out about Miles' sudden disappearance. Plans to search for a way out turn to a discussion about the Church and a mission to find clothes and other ( Read more... )
"What, really?" he asked, shock turning to amusement. "Man, you really think I'm that much of a lightweight?" With how casual his speech was turning, it was easy to see that he was... loosening up. "There's no way a six-pack of beer could make me pass out." He listened to Miles, however, grabbing the rest of the pack and heading into the living room, slumping against the couch and setting the rest on the coffee table. He sighed, glancing out the window. "...It's too dark out there," he murmured. "Darker than night should be."
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"No... I wouldn't. I would never give up on you." It really was what friends were for. Maybe they could really be that for each other...
Phoenix reached over, grabbing Miles' hand. In his state, he didn't really think there was anything "off-limits".
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The sight of Phoenix's hand on top of his confused him, but also seemed to bring out more of a tint to his cheeks. There was part of him that couldn't make sense of the situation, and another that didn't want to.
It was the alcohol, right? That had to be the reason for this. The fact that he was coherent enough to blame the alcohol wasn't reassuring in the slightest...
Miles gently squeezed Phoenix's hand, lacing their fingers in the process. "I won't give up on you, either."
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He hardly had the brainpower, after three beers, to rationally think about this.
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He didn't understand.
Perhaps he was needy for affection. Or acceptance. Or both. Regardless, they caused weird feelings in his chest. That part he was aware of.
He wasn't aware of the fact that he shifted to sit closer to Phoenix until their arms were touching as well as their hands.
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It was a welcome change, whatever it was.
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"Hn." Phoenix was saying something, although it took a while for him to understand it. "Nobody's getting left behind."
It took a great deal of effort on his part, but he finally broke Phoenix's gaze and looked down at the floor again, their hands still linked.
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"Yeah. Good." He leaned in a little closer towards him. He was warm, and it was almost cold inside. But... maybe it wasn't a temperature cold. Maybe it had more something to do with that spreading darkness, or the voices from that church...
Phoenix frowned, not coherent enough to really think about it. Unfortunately, he was just coherent enough to think of it, which really did him no good. He eyed the last beer in the case, but decided not to open it. He'd probably be out if he drank it, and... he wanted to enjoy Edgeworth's company a little longer.
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He didn't want to be alone. He was stuck in a strange place, and he didn't know anyone. Everyone he ever cared about in the past abandoned him, and here he was with the only person he's ever trusted in fifteen years.. and there was slight panic within him. He was relying too much on Phoenix. What if something happened to him? What if Phoenix went home somehow and Miles couldn't follow after?
Then he'd be alone again. He was always alone, because Miles Edgeworth never let anyone get close to him. Because everyone who got close to Miles Edgeworth.. either died or betrayed him.
"Wright." Not sure exactly why he said his name, other than the fact that he did. Despite whatever better judgement he might have had, he didn't try to increase the distance between them.
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He stared at Edgeworth for a long moment before suddenly seeming to realize what he'd been doing. Oh yeah... this was Miles Edgeworth. Undoubtedly, he was too close to him.
Looking away, he slowly, grudgingly pulled away from the man. "Sorry," he murmured, hardly able to bring himself to let go of Miles' hand. He did, however, his gaze shifting again to the last beer. It looked kind of tempting, now.
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Don't you leave me, too..
A gentle tug, nothing overly harsh because he was definately 'not all there', but definately an attempt to pull him back.
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Things like "balance" and "capability" really disappeared when Phoenix drank, unfortuantely, and the tug caused him to lose both of those things temporarily. He fell against Edgeworth's chest, both arms moving to wrap around him to try and catch his balance again.
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Well this was.. umm..
Miles let go of Phoenix's tie, hands moving to his shoulders. He hesitated there for a moment, glancing down at him, and for a moment.. totally had no idea what was going on. His mind shut off entirely, totally confused on what the heck was going on.
And that was mistake number one.
Tightening his grip slightly on his rival's shoulders, Miles leaned his face down and gently pressed his lips to Phoenix's.
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Somewhere, in some strange, crazy world, Phoenix was certain this would have made sense. In the end, though, it really, really didn't. Especially on three beers...
So many things came rushing back at once as soon as Edgeworth's lips touched his. He could remember seeing the man standing across from him at the prosecution desk during Lana Skye's trial, smirking towards him just before his opening statement, saying, "I hope we won't allow personal feelings to get in the way of today's proceedings"...
And then there was the day that Maya had dragged him to the television studios to be in that terrible game show... he'd met up with Edgeworth, and the way the man had grabbed him when he'd asked Phoenix to do a favor had caused something like an explosion of warmth through his chest...
Had he been hiding the possibility -- no, the probability -- of this from himself this whole time? For years? How long had this been between them? How long had Phoenix wanted to kiss him backLong enough ( ... )
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Everybody was scared of him. Nobody dared to confront him on anything. Except.. for Phoenix. No matter how hard Miles pushed, Phoenix pushed back. Phoenix caused him to lose his first case, but he also defended him in court against his mentor. It was hopeless.. but Phoenix won.
It was because of Phoenix that he left, ashamed of losing his perfect record. Because of him that Miles questioned what the hell he was really doing with his life and his profession.
The only person in the world that understood him. He was the only person who cared. He was also.. the only person Miles trusted, and there was no way that Miles could ever repay him back ( ... )
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And then it ended.
Phoenix stared up at Edgeworth, uncomprehending for several long moments before he frowned softly.
"I drank," he agreed. "So did you." He paused, looking around. As far as he was concerned, this was another argument to poke holes in. "However, the only thing it did was make this happen faster." He watched Miles carefully. "You should know I'm not one to..." the words weren't coming as fast as he would have liked, and Phoenix frowned. "To do this kind of thing when I didn't have feelings behind it. Alcohol doesn't fabricate emotions, Miles."
The first name had been an afterthought. Maybe it would wake Edgeworth up.
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