dream 003 ☄ when I was little, I thought I could be...
[ Warnings: None? Yeah, pretty much. Unless you consider pictures of younger!Kay and her father spoilery, but they're in link form so you can opt not to click on them.
Effects: Don't be surprised if you find yourself reminiscing about your parents, or your childhood in general. Warm and fuzzy feelings. General nostalgia. ]
The hallway was lit by a single bulb that shone over the area just outside the bathroom, where a little girl about nine or ten years old and clad in carnation pajamas was just coming out. She stood there for a moment, and her bright green eyes wandered toward the door to her right. It was ajar, and a sliver of light shone through.
That was odd; the clock in her bedroom had told her that it was already 1 AM when she woke up to go to the bathroom. She walked over to the door, took one peek, and pulled it until more of the light filled the hall. Blinking, she looked inside.
The room was actually an office, its west and east walls dominated by file cabinets and shelves filled with books, awards, framed photographs, and odd little things such as bottles, containers of fingerprint powder, and what looked like bits and pieces of weapons. Those items, of course, were too high for the girl to reach. Outside the window behind the desk, the sky was as dark as it should be in the wee hours of the morning; not even the moon or stars graced the world with their presence. And as for the desk, it was almost lost under a pile of papers, books, files, pens and pen holders, a framed photograph of the black-haired girl wearing a bright blue dress, and a few clips that held some of those papers together. The man seated behind it had been poring over a thick dossier, but he looked up from it when he heard the door creak open slightly.
"Kay? I thought you were asleep." He blinked, put the documents away, and stood up.
"I went to the bathroom," the girl answered. "I thought you were asleep too..."
Byrne Faraday sighed, walking over to her. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his little brown ponytail was a bit of a mess. He wasn't wearing the scarf, and a couple of pens were tucked into his pocket. His daughter stared up at him; he looked very tired, and that made her frown sadly. He was working hard and she understood why, but...sometimes he worked too hard.
"Daddy..."
"Daddy can't sleep yet," he said, resting a hand on her head; his other hand, the left, was ink-stained. Smiling weakly, he added, "He has a very important trial tomorrow - I mean, later - and he can't let the criminal get away." Byrne glanced at his watch; sure enough, it was only a few minutes past 1 AM.
"But you need to sleep too," Kay pointed out, looking down at her bare feet.
"I will, Kay. I promise." He ruffled her hair a bit. "I'll take you with me so you can watch, okay?"
"Okay." She nodded, but she didn't look relieved. "You promise?"
Byrne was silent. Then he half-knelt in front of her, and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Lots of bad guys work really hard to get away with it," he said softly. "Which means Daddy has to work harder, so he can catch them." Despite his weary expression, there was a spark of determination in his eyes - akin to that of a predator ready to do whatever it took to bring its prey down. "So don't worry. Go back to sleep. Want me to accompany you?"
Kay nodded again. "You'll keep your promise, right?"
"Yes, I will."
He opened his arms, and embraced her. She clung to his neck, resting her head on his shoulders and telling herself that her father was a hero; he would bring criminals to justice, like he always did. Still, that didn't stop her from worrying. Once, he had gotten sick after one too many sleepless nights. And it broke her heart to see him stumble around in the kitchen, exhausted from his work but still managing to take care of her.
Yet, this was an important case for him, she knew. Kay understood why he pushed himself.
She hugged him more tightly, and slowly smiled.
"Good night, Daddy."
"Good night, Kay."
[The dream ends, and anyone who has been to Edgeworth's apartment will recognize the couch Kay is lying on. She is still fully dressed; clearly she had not intended to fall asleep on his couch.
Somewhere in her gaze was a glint of longing, of nostalgia.
And then the feed ends as well.]
Effects: Don't be surprised if you find yourself reminiscing about your parents, or your childhood in general. Warm and fuzzy feelings. General nostalgia. ]
The hallway was lit by a single bulb that shone over the area just outside the bathroom, where a little girl about nine or ten years old and clad in carnation pajamas was just coming out. She stood there for a moment, and her bright green eyes wandered toward the door to her right. It was ajar, and a sliver of light shone through.
That was odd; the clock in her bedroom had told her that it was already 1 AM when she woke up to go to the bathroom. She walked over to the door, took one peek, and pulled it until more of the light filled the hall. Blinking, she looked inside.
The room was actually an office, its west and east walls dominated by file cabinets and shelves filled with books, awards, framed photographs, and odd little things such as bottles, containers of fingerprint powder, and what looked like bits and pieces of weapons. Those items, of course, were too high for the girl to reach. Outside the window behind the desk, the sky was as dark as it should be in the wee hours of the morning; not even the moon or stars graced the world with their presence. And as for the desk, it was almost lost under a pile of papers, books, files, pens and pen holders, a framed photograph of the black-haired girl wearing a bright blue dress, and a few clips that held some of those papers together. The man seated behind it had been poring over a thick dossier, but he looked up from it when he heard the door creak open slightly.
"Kay? I thought you were asleep." He blinked, put the documents away, and stood up.
"I went to the bathroom," the girl answered. "I thought you were asleep too..."
Byrne Faraday sighed, walking over to her. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his little brown ponytail was a bit of a mess. He wasn't wearing the scarf, and a couple of pens were tucked into his pocket. His daughter stared up at him; he looked very tired, and that made her frown sadly. He was working hard and she understood why, but...sometimes he worked too hard.
"Daddy..."
"Daddy can't sleep yet," he said, resting a hand on her head; his other hand, the left, was ink-stained. Smiling weakly, he added, "He has a very important trial tomorrow - I mean, later - and he can't let the criminal get away." Byrne glanced at his watch; sure enough, it was only a few minutes past 1 AM.
"But you need to sleep too," Kay pointed out, looking down at her bare feet.
"I will, Kay. I promise." He ruffled her hair a bit. "I'll take you with me so you can watch, okay?"
"Okay." She nodded, but she didn't look relieved. "You promise?"
Byrne was silent. Then he half-knelt in front of her, and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Lots of bad guys work really hard to get away with it," he said softly. "Which means Daddy has to work harder, so he can catch them." Despite his weary expression, there was a spark of determination in his eyes - akin to that of a predator ready to do whatever it took to bring its prey down. "So don't worry. Go back to sleep. Want me to accompany you?"
Kay nodded again. "You'll keep your promise, right?"
"Yes, I will."
He opened his arms, and embraced her. She clung to his neck, resting her head on his shoulders and telling herself that her father was a hero; he would bring criminals to justice, like he always did. Still, that didn't stop her from worrying. Once, he had gotten sick after one too many sleepless nights. And it broke her heart to see him stumble around in the kitchen, exhausted from his work but still managing to take care of her.
Yet, this was an important case for him, she knew. Kay understood why he pushed himself.
She hugged him more tightly, and slowly smiled.
"Good night, Daddy."
"Good night, Kay."
[The dream ends, and anyone who has been to Edgeworth's apartment will recognize the couch Kay is lying on. She is still fully dressed; clearly she had not intended to fall asleep on his couch.
Somewhere in her gaze was a glint of longing, of nostalgia.
And then the feed ends as well.]