Algo Verdadero
Title: Algo Verdadero
Fandom: Ace Attorney series
Character/Pairing: Godot/Desiree DeLite
Summary: One of ten brief conversations that transpired between Godot and Desiree DeLite.
Author's Notes: I REGRET NOTHING.
She’s loitering around in the court lobby. She doesn’t want to see what’s going on; better yet, she doesn’t want to be faced with the possibility that Ron might actually be found guilty, as crazy a notion it is. Even if he tried to make everyone believe in his little fantasy, there would be no way they would believe him. Right?
Desireé is honestly worried. What a joke.
“For someone who was so confident just an hour ago, you’re looking pretty distressed right now.”
She looks up, the vaguely familiar voice setting off an alarm in her mind. She instinctively frowns and stands up, hoping her expression isn’t as bitter as she thinks it is.
“You could say the same thing about yourself,” she says brusquely, shoving a hand inside her pocket and the other lingers above her chest, still slightly offended by his accusations against her.
She quirks an eyebrow when she sees the prosecutor smirking. “It’s noble of you to try and prove your husband innocent,” he tells her before downing the remainder of his coffee. “Really admirable.”
“Don’t patronize me.”
The smirk leaves his lips and he takes on a more contemplative expression, still not looking directly at her. “It’s not patronizing; I’m simply saying what I think. Is that so bad?”
“How could you believe that Ron really did it? There’s no way-”
“There’s always a way, even if it seems impossible.”
Desireé bites her lip cautiously, struggling over the fact that his words are true. As unlikely as it is, there’s a faint possibility that Ron is the perpetrator. And what would she do then? They were just settling down, reaching the peak of their youth. How could she give that up for mourning?
“I…but…”
He is still not looking at her. Even though she can’t see his eyes, she can tell that he’s thinking deeply about something, maintaining his death grip on the coffee mug.
“I’m not out to get your husband, Miss DeLite. I only go where the truth takes me. And if that’s what leads me to him, then so be it.” He turns around, finally hazards a look at her and smiles mysteriously. “If what you say is true, then it’ll find a way out eventually. That thought she be a little comforting, shouldn’t it?”
She can’t help but hate him at that moment. No, she wants to tell him. It’s not comforting in the least.
“I’ll be seeing you around, Dessie.”
He walks away.