[SCENE] [Part Flashback] Edgeworth and Lana in "Three Part Waltz"
Wright entered the room.
Miles: Go away Wright, you're not a sexy lady
Wright: >:U I CAN BE IF I WANT TO
Miles: ....
Miles: So that's what you and Kristoph have been doing all these years
Lana: *It's December 2023-- an unusually cold winter, even for Los Angeles. Walking across her office room in the two storey investigative agency, Lana glances up at the thermostat and adjusts it up a touch--she can feel the evening chill start to seep in through the windows. Everyone else in the agency has either gone home for the night or is out on a case. She, on the other hand, has had no qualms with staying back in the office for the past few months, even when she's not working on an active case. And tonight, she actually has a reason to remain. With a light sigh, she sits back down at her desk and occupies herself with various files and to-dos, immersing herself fully in her paperwork*
Edgeworth: *There's the sound of the door opening downstairs, noticeable but not loud, and then heavy footsteps walk deliberately to the staircase and up the stairs. They continue to her door. A few moments after they've stopped, there's a knock at the door, perhaps a bit too hard. The doorframe vibrates like a bell chiming*
Lana: *glances up at the sound of footsteps, and by the time the knocks sound at her door, she's already moved to a small table at the side of the room. There, a coffee maker, an electric kettle and a tea set along with some boxes of loose leaf tea are gathered together. She picks up a cup and glances between the objects* Come in.
Edgeworth: *the door opens, and Miles Edgeworth is revealed. He looks just a tad harried, his hair a bit flyaway, the collar of his overcoat pulled up against the wind just the same. The lines around his face are etched in harder than they were a few years before, but his expression is much the same: a half-lidded yet serious expression. He turns his head towards her and nods at her* My apologies for the hour, Ms. Skye, but I thought you might still be in.
Lana: *her eyes widen with surprise, and she's caught just staring at him for a long moment before she smiles warmly, genuinely--and of course, she reaches for the teapot* Mr. Edgeworth. I should have realized this case has grown large enough to reach your desk. ...It's been a while, hasn't it?
Edgeworth: *he takes a step forward and shakes the cold out of his hair, some of the stiffness in his manner gone* It has. My promotion, and then... a year at least. And you know as well as I that I must at least look over every case. When I saw the name of your agency in the evidence taken from the suspect's home... Well, I could hardly send an underling to speak with you. *he gestures to the seat* May I?
Lana: Yes, of course. *pours the hot water into the teapot and lets the leaves sit for a moment. She turns to him as she waits, folding her hands together in front of her* How are you finding it? Not too overwhelming, I hope. One can easily overwork, as the Chief Prosecutor.
Edgeworth: Overwork? *there's a touch of a smile at the corner of his eye as he sits* What could make you think me capable of something like that?
Lana: *the spark has transferred over to her eyes and she frowns in a haughty, mock-severe manner* Since you're you, the question should be whether or not you're actually capable of anything other than that.
Edgeworth: *gives a brief half-smirk* If indeed that is what others would call my normal dedication to my duty, then at least I'm overworking myself in the service of the truth. And you, how are you faring on so many fronts?
Lana: *smiles slightly and turns to pour the tea into two teacups* ...With Ema moved out and busy with her studies, there's really only one front, nowadays. *takes the teacups and walks over to the desk, offering him one before she heads to her chair on the other side* And work... is fairly consuming. This agency is gathering steam by the day.
Edgeworth: *takes the teacup and gives a nod* Of course, I imagine after so many years, your relationship with Marshall is quite comfortable enough not to be referred to in battle terms. *as he speaks, he sounds a bit tentative, though it seems more discomfort with talking personally. He quickly moves on* I have been hearing the name quite often. Congratulations on your success thus far.
Lana: *glances off to the side, taking a test sip of her cup before blowing lightly upon it* Jake... is no longer in Los Angeles. He's been in Wyoming, working on a cattle ranch since the summer. I suppose it's why I find myself here at the agency so much, these days. But thank you, for your compliment.
Edgeworth: Ah. *he takes a sip of the hot tea, more to gather his thoughts than anything* Yes. You're very welcome. *clears his throat* I certainly hope, in that case, that you are taking care not to allow yourself to be overworked. *he stares across the office, feigning light interest in her framed photographs and the photos on her bookshelf. Finally, he turns back to her with a moderately pained smile* After all, I at least have an obligation to be home at a certain hour to tend to my dog.
Lana: I'm taking care of myself; you needn't worry for me. *sets down her cup, smiling slightly* Well. Shall we get to business?
Edgeworth: Of course, of course. *he sets down his teacup as well and pulls a small notebook from his jacket* As you know, the man you were hired to follow, a Laurence Chalmers, was found dead this morning. His wife, Sandra, had recently discovered through your agency that he was cheating on her. Could you tell me her reaction when she found out the news?
Lana: Distraught. Their marriage had been going on for eighteen years, after all. *closes her eyes, her voice taking on a thoughtful tone* She didn't make an outburst when I told her the news. *taps the side of her teacup gently with a finger* She sat there in the chair you're sitting--and rather rigidly so. She was quiet for such a long time that I grew concerned. She didn't want to hear any more details--didn't want any assistance with legal steps she could make with the information--she left, soon after that. Apparently, there had been signs that Mr. Chalmers had had an affair in the early years of their marriage, but he had denied them. This time, she came to us to be sure... but I think that even though she worried about the possibility, she believed in him. She just wanted some peace of mind... *picks up her cup and takes a long sip* The case was pretty open and shut. I was the one who headed it, not that it was particularly large or complex, but-- *her features twinge slightly* I had the extra time on my hands.
Edgeworth: *As she speaks, he takes out a fountain pen from his inside pocket and sheds his overcoat, tossing it neatly over the back of the chair. He takes notes without looking, watching her speak. At the last, and seeing her wince, he briskly, too briskly says* Must keep busy, even while cases are thin and simple... Having you on this case will be a boon to our office. Not asking for further information is a strong indicator, but I must ask, what was your impression of Ada Fielding, the mistress?
Lana: Seemingly shallow, flakey and airheaded. *opens her eyes, studying him carefully as he writes* She seemed to be reaping Mr. Chalmers' infatuation with her to her maximum monetary benefit while enjoying a younger lover on the side. Keeping him in the dark too, I believe... which is to say, she's smarter than she initially seems. I'd look into her and that other man, just to be safe.
Edgeworth: *speaking as he writes* Yes, we have her in questioning along with the wife, though I doubt it will come of much. I'll tell the attendant detective to be aware of that. *he gives a brief grimace* Or I'll have someone tell her. *he finishes his notes, handwriting neat and sharp, and looks up to meet her gaze. He squares his shoulders and sips his cup of tea* Anything else you may have noticed?
Lana: *raises an eyebrow at his grimace, but she knows well enough what that means, and also not to press on the matter* No, that's it. I wish I could be of more help--I will of course give testimony if it's needed.
Edgeworth: It will be, to close the case. *he closes the notebook* I expect you won't have any trouble with it? *his voice through most of the sentence is gruff, but it raises at the end, almost as if he's only just remembered halfway through how to phrase it as a moderately concerned question as opposed to an order*
Lana: Of course. I haven't forgotten a thing about the courtroom, after all. *tilts her head* Did you think I would? *her tone is not accusing or hostile--merely faintly amused*
Edgeworth: *he gives a smirk* Of course not, but the witness stand is not a terribly... fun place to stand in the courtroom. Besides that... it would take you away from your work. *glances over to her desk*
Lana: *glances down at her desk as well, at those folders still open on them--she shuts them one by one* I've always enjoyed being behind the stand--save for one experience, I suppose. It isn't quite the same as being behind the prosecutor's bench, but it's "in service of the truth" and justice, as you put it. *smiles at him* It wouldn't be any trouble at all.
Edgeworth: *even after all these years, he's still caught a bit off guard by her smile, it being such a rare occurrence when he knew her best. He catches himself staring and then finishes the last of his tea, setting it down on the table* That's good to hear. I don't think I've had a witness I've actually looked forward to having on the stand in as long as I can remember. *a bit of a scoff, he rises, turns and tucks his pen and notebook away in his jacket* I take it you're finished with your work this evening?
Lana: Ah... yes. I suppose I should call it a night and actually go back home. *the smile wavers somewhat at that-however, she places the files neatly together and stands, pushing in her chair*
Edgeworth: Mm. *he pulls a pocket watch from his vest and peers at it* Although... It's not too late for a bit of a nightcap... *he murmurs quietly*
Lana: A... "nightcap"? *her voice sounds rather amused again, though more at the quaint word and his quiet manner of asking(?) than anything else. She goes to retrieve her own jacket, a warm, double-breasted pea coat, by the door*
Edgeworth: I've nothing else to do this evening. Besides that, it's terribly rude to come out of the blue and ask for a favor, even one in line with your profession, without repaying you somehow. *tucks the watch away again and adjusts his jacket on his arm* Unless you would rather I just send a fruit basket. *raises an eyebrow wryly*
Lana: *is quiet for a moment, moving to button up her coat before speaking. When she does speak, it's softly, but firmly* Miles. Though Jake and I... have separated, we're still... keeping in touch. *glances off* I don't want to mislead you on that.
Edgeworth: *pauses, looking off to the window for a brief moment, assessing the weather he was shortly set to go out in: it appeared cold.* I wouldn't want to mislead you, Ms. Sk- Lana. I, of course, had assumed that this was the case. This is merely a social invitation. I give - and get - precious few these days. Humor me, won't you?
Lana: *her features soften at that* All right. I didn't assume you had such a motivation, but... it's better to be clear than to leave things unsaid and cause any misunderstanding. *her tone is just a touch bitter at that. She shakes her head* It's been a while since I've gone out, as well. And we do have quite a deal to catch up on, don't we...? *tugging her scarf free from underneath her coat, she looks to him fully, offering another soft smile*
Edgeworth: A bit. *a nod, and something approaching a smile crosses his face. He offers an elbow* I'll drive, unless there's a suitable location within walking distance?
Lana: Two blocks down the street, at Bathurst... it seems as though it will be a rather chilly walk, unfortunately. *glances at his offered arm, and takes it*
Edgeworth: *leads her to the door and opens it for her with a low chuckle* Believe me, I've become quite accustomed to the cold. Let me tell you about my winter in Moscow, two years ago...
~~~
Edgeworth: *pulls up in front of Lana's townhouse, stepping out of the car and giving his keys an easy twirl before putting them into his pocket. It's late October, and he and Lana are off to another function... An opera this time. The two of them have been 'seeing one another' for the last while, though Edgeworth himself would never use that phrase. He is content to have someone to do something socially with, as is she, he assumes. He walks up to the door and knocks, patting his breast pocket once again to ensure that the tickets are there. He'd been waiting for months to get these box seats...*
Lana: *It'd been a long day for Lana Skye, in more ways than one. It began with her waking up--bright and early as usual, under soft cotton sheets on her Queen sized bed--to a fleeting thought, some remnant of a dream that she'd rather not have experienced. She'd brushed it away and quickly gotten ready for work--prepared a speedy breakfast of scrambled eggs, using up the carton--before heading off to her investigative agency. From there she'd been engulfed in several hours of meetings and reports--they'd wrapped up one large case where they'd identified the ones responsible behind the theft of a bar and grill's secret recipes (the culprits were a surprisingly organized information theft ring for hire) and she'd handed out several more cases, including a smaller one to a rookie of a delinquent father whose wife believed him to be hiding in Texas. Throughout the day, something itched in the back of her mind... but being well accustomed to the feeling or ones like it, she dealt with it the way she did best--by ignoring it*
Lana: *finishing up at the office, she'd stopped by the drug store on the way back home, picking up a new carton of eggs. She'd passed by the aisle of magazines and trashy novels, a few catching her eyes before she managed to tear herself away. Quickly heading home, she'd set her mind to take a long shower--longer than she should have; she was already running unusually late and off-schedule...*
Lana: *finally drying off and wrapping a towel around herself, she'd stepped into her bedroom, pulling out a simple yet elegant dress from out of her closet and then opening up a drawer, searching for a matching blue-gray scarf she hadn't worn in a while, Reaching past an assortment of colors, her fingers had brushed against something unusual--something leather, according to the touch. She'd pulled it out and stared at it-an old pair of fingerless gloves, so used and worn the owner had probably meant to throw them out rather than store them away--and then what she'd been trying not to think of had bubbled to the forefront of her mind. Setting down the gloves on the drawer, she had walked over to the bed, taking a seat and shutting her eyes. With still-damp hair and a towel simply wrapped around her middle, she'd lowered her head and shut her eyes, remaining there, silent and oblivious to the knocking downstairs*
Edgeworth: *waits for just a few moments and then rings the doorbell instead, still in what could almost be termed a pleasant mood with the tickets safely in the breast pocket of the darker maroon suit he preferred to wear to formal events*
Lana: *it takes several moments for the knocking and then the doorbell ringing to register. When she realizes the time and who it must be, Lana quickly stands up, going back to the washroom for her bathrobe. Her hair is still wet and in disorder, and she only has the time to comb a hand through it a few times as she heads down the stairs. Wrapping the robe tightly around her, she opens the door. Her features are passive--she attempts a tight smile, looking at the man standing there* Sorry... I'm running rather late, I know. Would you like to come in?
Edgeworth: *surprise registers on his features for a moment, before he wipes it away and nods* If it won't intrude too much, I can wait inside.
Lana: *nods, heading up the stairs without any further ado--her steps are brisk, but even there there's a certain tense edge to them*
Edgeworth: *seems to pick up on it, after all he's spent enough time in Franziska's company to ferret out bad moods in those who are accustomed to not showing them. He calls up after her* Is there a problem with tonight, Lana? Shall I attempt to reschedule?
Lana: *there's a tension in her voice, as well* No, that won't be necessary. *after a brief pause* I left my purse downstairs, by the door. Could you bring it up?
Edgeworth: *glances at the purse and then up the stairs. He leans down to pick it up* You seem a bit under stress, is all. Although, *his speaking takes on a note of impersonal musing as he walks up the stairs, carrying the purse in front of him* perhaps sitting down to watch an opera will help...
Lana: I'm hoping so. *there isn't any further response; immediately after, there's the sound of a hairdryer running. The sound whirrs loudly through her open bedroom door*
Edgeworth: *walks into the bedroom with an eye to the bathroom doorway, through which he cannot see. He sets the purse on the dresser and leaves the room, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall next to the open door, eyes closed*
Lana: *comes out of the washroom a few minutes later, dressed although scarfless, with mostly dried hair. She walks across the room and takes out a more formal purse, heading to her dresser to transfer several items from her more functional one* What time does the show start?
Edgeworth: *looks at his pocketwatch* Forty-two minutes from now. Traffic downtown is always poor at this time of night, but we'll make it as long as we leave within the next twelve minutes or so. *raises his eyebrows and looks her up and down* Quite a lovely dress. *his remark is milder than his true reaction, and in fact, he's quite looking forward to the wistful looks from the trustees at the show, the jealous looks from the younger patrons. It always amuses him, even if the conclusion they've jumped to about his and Lana's involvement is wrong*
Lana: Thank you. *she's busy moving as she speaks, finishing the transfer and then walking quickly over to her bedside nighttable with the second purse. Opening a drawer on the nighttable, she searches for some item-- it's unclear what, but she has some difficulty finding it. She removes several items--bottles, a book, a tiny stuffed teddy bear from Ema, a good number of postcards and letters, all in the same writing... her hands waver, but she keeps her expression fixedly neutral*
Edgeworth: *blinks at her, and takes a couple of steps into the room* Something missing?
Lana: ...No, nothing. *the response is almost snappish; she finds what she's looking for and then heads back to the dresser, trying to locate that yet-unfound scarf. Her stress shows through how many items are upturned through her search--scarves of almost every color and fabric save for the one she is looking for billow up. Finally, still unsuccessful, she rests a hand against the surface of the dresser, leaning heavily against it and closing her eyes*
Edgeworth: *cocks a curious head at her, and seems as though he's about to reach out, but instead he walks past her, toward the bed, where it seems almost as if he's about to sit. Instead he leans over the night table, curious at how in disarray everything suddenly is. He's well aware how out of character that is for her. His eye lights on the pile of postcards and letters, and he raises an eyebrow. One is upended enough to show Marshall's unreadable scrawl and a postmark - ages ago. He turns toward her, looking suddenly unsure* Lana... *a murmur, and he walks up to her, hand hovering over her shoulder as he tries to think of something to say. He's unable to come up with anything and so gently settles his hand on her shoulder, brushing her hair aside*
Lana: *and it's the grain that tips the scale; she breathes in quickly at his touch, some sort of stubborn resolve inside her crumbling down. She leans lightly into his hold, eyes still shut*
Edgeworth: *eyes searching for something to break what he certainly perceives as an awkward silence, he merely pats her shoulder wordlessly. He is well aware that his initial thought to remind her that they should probably leave in another five to ten minutes would have been a terrible idea*
Lana: *thankfully, she speaks first--in a hushed, exhausted tone* It's been three months.
Edgeworth: *brushes her hair aside thoughtfully, sure to get every strand as he gathers his thoughts* No word? From Marshall or Ema? *though he's almost sure he knows... The world would have heard about it about two months and three weeks ago, were it Ema*
Lana: From Jake--*and then automatically, immediately afterwards* Ema's fine. *she hesitates for a moment before continuing. This is an admission, a confession, and she hates such things* It's almost been a year and a half since he left. He'd stopped writing in detail well before this. Was I stupid to think... *leaving the thought unfinished, she opens her eyes and turns to look at Edgeworth before quickly glancing away* I'm sorry, I'm... *laughs lightly, tensely* It's been a long day.
Edgeworth: *grimaces inwardly, both at the awkward position he's in and with irritation at Marshall. He pauses for a few moments before sliding his palm flat against her back* It's... It's perfectly all right. I'm... not well-versed in such matters, but my preliminary assessment is that he is the one who's made the mistake here. It's nothing against you... *shakes his head, a sort of disbelieving warmth in his voice*
Lana: It's not a mistake, if it's his decision. *rubs at her temples lightly and shields her eyes, lowering her head again* I wonder if I've wasted all this time, hoping everything would work out.
Edgeworth: *frowns* One can make a badly mistaken decision, of course, and lose out. You think so lowly of yourself that you can say that cutting ties to you is not a mistake?
Lana: That isn't it in the least. It's just... if he's happy in Wyoming, then he's made the right decision for himself. I just... would have preferred it some other way. *her mouth draws into a straight line as she stops herself once again*
Edgeworth: *clears his throat* Well. I imagine so. *draws his hand away and stands up straight, drawing his hand up to his arm, an action he cuts off as he realizes he's doing it* His behavior is not fair to you, and that's something you're entitled to. *stands in awkward silence, hands at his sides. After a brief, uncomfortable pause...* What would you like to do?
Lana: *stands there with eyes glancing down, musing for a moment on his words. She seems to grasp the inherent double meeting there. She addresses at least one when she looks up to him, her eyes firm, her behavior somewhat calmer* Let's not waste those tickets. *steps to him, reaching for his arm*
Edgeworth: *gives a tight smile, though it rapidly softens to something more at ease, and holds his arm out for her* Right. Even if we 're late, they wouldn't dare lock the two of us out. *smirks; there's a bit of perhaps desperate mirth in his eye*
Lana: You don't have to talk to the ushers about it, you know-- *takes her purse and heads to the door with him--her neck is bare, the scarf is unfound and not entirely out of mind, but for now she can let it be. There's a note of attempted lightness in her voice* I won't mind waiting outside until the second act. *shuts the door as they leave the room*
~~~
Edgeworth: ...Although I feel quite sorry for her, tripping like that... *shakes his head ruefully at the fresh memory* You were quite light on your feet, though. *turns to Lana, in the passenger seat, and quirks the corner of his mouth. They're speeding down the expressway and Edgeworth prudently keeps a watchful eye on the road as he turns to adjust the music coming from his car speakers. It's a waltz, and as he continues to drive, his brow furrows just slightly as he listens intently*
Lana: Do you really think so? I know I still have a lot to learn. *laughs quietly, her attention also directed at the music---though only somewhat, and out of an appreciation of the whirling melody moreso than an intent analysis of its composition* Up until now, the thought of lessons never even entered my mind as a possibility.
Edgeworth: Ah, but I always thought you'd do well in a setting like this. *his finger idly taps out the tempo on the steering wheel* You have always had that air of effortless motion about you.
Lana: Really. *hums out a thoughtful note--her tone is quite amused* Well, a follower cannot be a good one without a competent lead. *glances to him, studying his features while he's distracted with the music and the road* So these dancing lessons-- they'll be every other week?
Edgeworth: *nods as he smoothly switches lanes to get past a slow-moving van* Though I'll be practicing on my own. Competent I may be as yet, but I'd rather be flawless.
Lana: *shakes her head* Miles Edgeworth, at work and at play. *falls silent, just watching the city lights shine tirelessly on as they travel onwards* Ah... I'd forgotten. Are you available next Saturday? Ema may be coming home then.
Edgeworth: *a bit of a smirk in response that changes to a curious pursing of the lips. He tilts his head as if he is consulting a mental datebook* I'd planned on doing a bit of editing work on my article about the Morris case, but that's not due until March. I can certainly free up some time to welcome the younger Ms. Skye back home. Will she be taking the test again, I wonder?
Lana: *it's her turn to quirk the corner of her mouth slightly* I'm not sure--I haven't asked her yet. I've decided not to press the issue too heavily.
Edgeworth: Prudent. *tilts his head at an odd angle as the track changes to something he doesn't much like, he switches it and another classical ballroom dance song plays* Shall I make reservations somewhere for the three of us?
Lana: Yes, that would be wonderful. Perhaps eating in a public location will help discourage her from snacking on that junk food of hers on the side. *sighs a little--it seems to be an issue she's discussed with her sister at length*
Edgeworth: Eh? Has she gained some bad habits while abroad? Hmmm... *thoughtfully* Well, you tell me the kinds of foods that she prefers and we'll see if we can get her back to a meal of quality as opposed to quantity... *guides the car to the exit and off onto the side streets and murmurs* It will be nice to see her again.
Lana: I'm sure she's looking forward to seeing you again as well. *looks at him carefully again--it's a measured, contemplative look* She knows we've been seeing more and more of each other as of late... we haven't broached that topic in particular yet, however. *pauses * She was quite fond of you a few years back, I recall. I don't know if you remember. *her voice is faintly amused again*
Edgeworth: *amusement washes over his face as he approaches the turn onto Lana's street* Well, yes, I was aware, but that was just a girlish crush. I'm sure she's well and over me by now.
Lana: Mm... do you think so? *laughs lightly, brushing her hair back past her shoulders and readying her bag, now that they're getting close* ...It is amazing how much can change in a few years, it's true.
Edgeworth: *there's a brief pause, whether because he's giving the idea some thought or because he is pulling into her driveway, and then he returns her laugh* True enough, yes. I wouldn't be surprised if she'd met some of my rival prosecutors abroad and found a new object of interest. *stops the music* May I walk you to your door?
Lana: Yes, of course. *the offer is familiar enough by now, but she doesn't seem to be any less appreciative of it. Unfastening her seatbelt and opening the door, she steps out into the slightly chilly January air. Verifying she hasn't left anything behind, she moves towards the front entrance of her house. Her features are still distantly thoughtful, contentedly so*
Edgeworth: *as she does, he turns the car off and joins her, continuing on with her towards the door with a distantly pleased nod* I'm quite glad you decided to join me today.
Lana: Thank you for having me. *steps to the door and unlocks it, opening it slightly before turning fully to him. A simple hall light from within streams through the crack of the entrance--she keeps her hand on the door handle, smiling softly at Edgeworth* I enjoyed myself very much.
Edgeworth: *standing opposite her, his eyes warm, there's a relaxation in his pose that's rarely seen. Perhaps it's all the time they've spent moving in tandem this day, but the usual stiffness has been replaced by a sort of ebb and flow, a call and response to her footsteps and her stance. He looks down briefly, then back up at her, and he gives a smile that is brief but utterly unforced* So did I. I look forward to next time. *a silence; he hesitates for a moment as if he is loath to turn away*
Lana: *and before he does, her hand is on his shoulder--she steps in close to him, looking at his features carefully. It only takes her another moment of consideration before she leans in--and he's not so tall that she can't reach his lips when she lifts her mouth to his. The kiss is a light, soft one--even chaste in nature, but it's heartfelt in its gently questioning way*
Edgeworth: *there is a trace of surprise in his expression at her boldness as she stares, but then he comprehends the pattern of the dance the two of them have been moving in since months ago, long before any actual dancing occurred. His hand settles instinctively onto her waist, familiar as the placement is by the end of today's lessons. His answer comes as a gentle responding pressure, his head turning accommodatingly to the side - more than anything the sense is that the fit is right between the two of them*
Lana: *lets the contact linger for a moment longer before she draws back. She still appears thoughtful, glancing off to the side as she pulls her arm away from his shoulder and steps towards the door once again. Her voice is gentle* ...Goodnight, Miles.
Edgeworth: *as she draws away he watches her, letting his hand slide away as she moves. After a brief pause, he steps forward and takes her errant hand, drawing it up to his lips and brushing a kiss across the knuckles. He glances at her face* Goodnight, Lana. *with that, he lets her hand drop, and steps back with a half bow, a smile playing at his half-visible features*
Lana: *brings that hand of hers to herself, studying him a moment longer before she nods a farewell, opens the door wide enough for her to step through and heads into the entrance. She looks at him through the crack of the doorway before she shuts the door after herself*
Edgeworth: *straightens and follows the glow of her eye as the door closes, standing in the doorway for a moment before he gives a nod, turns on his heel, and heads back to his car, no apparent tension in his features though his eyes track lazily as if he's lost in thought. He stands for a moment, hand on the roof of his car as a cold wind blows his hair into his face. That seems to break his concentration; he jerks his head to get it out of his face and throws open the car door, getting in and starting the engine and a swell of dancing music that can faintly be heard outside the car even as he pulls out of the driveway and heads back home*
Miles: Go away Wright, you're not a sexy lady
Wright: >:U I CAN BE IF I WANT TO
Miles: ....
Miles: So that's what you and Kristoph have been doing all these years
Lana: *It's December 2023-- an unusually cold winter, even for Los Angeles. Walking across her office room in the two storey investigative agency, Lana glances up at the thermostat and adjusts it up a touch--she can feel the evening chill start to seep in through the windows. Everyone else in the agency has either gone home for the night or is out on a case. She, on the other hand, has had no qualms with staying back in the office for the past few months, even when she's not working on an active case. And tonight, she actually has a reason to remain. With a light sigh, she sits back down at her desk and occupies herself with various files and to-dos, immersing herself fully in her paperwork*
Edgeworth: *There's the sound of the door opening downstairs, noticeable but not loud, and then heavy footsteps walk deliberately to the staircase and up the stairs. They continue to her door. A few moments after they've stopped, there's a knock at the door, perhaps a bit too hard. The doorframe vibrates like a bell chiming*
Lana: *glances up at the sound of footsteps, and by the time the knocks sound at her door, she's already moved to a small table at the side of the room. There, a coffee maker, an electric kettle and a tea set along with some boxes of loose leaf tea are gathered together. She picks up a cup and glances between the objects* Come in.
Edgeworth: *the door opens, and Miles Edgeworth is revealed. He looks just a tad harried, his hair a bit flyaway, the collar of his overcoat pulled up against the wind just the same. The lines around his face are etched in harder than they were a few years before, but his expression is much the same: a half-lidded yet serious expression. He turns his head towards her and nods at her* My apologies for the hour, Ms. Skye, but I thought you might still be in.
Lana: *her eyes widen with surprise, and she's caught just staring at him for a long moment before she smiles warmly, genuinely--and of course, she reaches for the teapot* Mr. Edgeworth. I should have realized this case has grown large enough to reach your desk. ...It's been a while, hasn't it?
Edgeworth: *he takes a step forward and shakes the cold out of his hair, some of the stiffness in his manner gone* It has. My promotion, and then... a year at least. And you know as well as I that I must at least look over every case. When I saw the name of your agency in the evidence taken from the suspect's home... Well, I could hardly send an underling to speak with you. *he gestures to the seat* May I?
Lana: Yes, of course. *pours the hot water into the teapot and lets the leaves sit for a moment. She turns to him as she waits, folding her hands together in front of her* How are you finding it? Not too overwhelming, I hope. One can easily overwork, as the Chief Prosecutor.
Edgeworth: Overwork? *there's a touch of a smile at the corner of his eye as he sits* What could make you think me capable of something like that?
Lana: *the spark has transferred over to her eyes and she frowns in a haughty, mock-severe manner* Since you're you, the question should be whether or not you're actually capable of anything other than that.
Edgeworth: *gives a brief half-smirk* If indeed that is what others would call my normal dedication to my duty, then at least I'm overworking myself in the service of the truth. And you, how are you faring on so many fronts?
Lana: *smiles slightly and turns to pour the tea into two teacups* ...With Ema moved out and busy with her studies, there's really only one front, nowadays. *takes the teacups and walks over to the desk, offering him one before she heads to her chair on the other side* And work... is fairly consuming. This agency is gathering steam by the day.
Edgeworth: *takes the teacup and gives a nod* Of course, I imagine after so many years, your relationship with Marshall is quite comfortable enough not to be referred to in battle terms. *as he speaks, he sounds a bit tentative, though it seems more discomfort with talking personally. He quickly moves on* I have been hearing the name quite often. Congratulations on your success thus far.
Lana: *glances off to the side, taking a test sip of her cup before blowing lightly upon it* Jake... is no longer in Los Angeles. He's been in Wyoming, working on a cattle ranch since the summer. I suppose it's why I find myself here at the agency so much, these days. But thank you, for your compliment.
Edgeworth: Ah. *he takes a sip of the hot tea, more to gather his thoughts than anything* Yes. You're very welcome. *clears his throat* I certainly hope, in that case, that you are taking care not to allow yourself to be overworked. *he stares across the office, feigning light interest in her framed photographs and the photos on her bookshelf. Finally, he turns back to her with a moderately pained smile* After all, I at least have an obligation to be home at a certain hour to tend to my dog.
Lana: I'm taking care of myself; you needn't worry for me. *sets down her cup, smiling slightly* Well. Shall we get to business?
Edgeworth: Of course, of course. *he sets down his teacup as well and pulls a small notebook from his jacket* As you know, the man you were hired to follow, a Laurence Chalmers, was found dead this morning. His wife, Sandra, had recently discovered through your agency that he was cheating on her. Could you tell me her reaction when she found out the news?
Lana: Distraught. Their marriage had been going on for eighteen years, after all. *closes her eyes, her voice taking on a thoughtful tone* She didn't make an outburst when I told her the news. *taps the side of her teacup gently with a finger* She sat there in the chair you're sitting--and rather rigidly so. She was quiet for such a long time that I grew concerned. She didn't want to hear any more details--didn't want any assistance with legal steps she could make with the information--she left, soon after that. Apparently, there had been signs that Mr. Chalmers had had an affair in the early years of their marriage, but he had denied them. This time, she came to us to be sure... but I think that even though she worried about the possibility, she believed in him. She just wanted some peace of mind... *picks up her cup and takes a long sip* The case was pretty open and shut. I was the one who headed it, not that it was particularly large or complex, but-- *her features twinge slightly* I had the extra time on my hands.
Edgeworth: *As she speaks, he takes out a fountain pen from his inside pocket and sheds his overcoat, tossing it neatly over the back of the chair. He takes notes without looking, watching her speak. At the last, and seeing her wince, he briskly, too briskly says* Must keep busy, even while cases are thin and simple... Having you on this case will be a boon to our office. Not asking for further information is a strong indicator, but I must ask, what was your impression of Ada Fielding, the mistress?
Lana: Seemingly shallow, flakey and airheaded. *opens her eyes, studying him carefully as he writes* She seemed to be reaping Mr. Chalmers' infatuation with her to her maximum monetary benefit while enjoying a younger lover on the side. Keeping him in the dark too, I believe... which is to say, she's smarter than she initially seems. I'd look into her and that other man, just to be safe.
Edgeworth: *speaking as he writes* Yes, we have her in questioning along with the wife, though I doubt it will come of much. I'll tell the attendant detective to be aware of that. *he gives a brief grimace* Or I'll have someone tell her. *he finishes his notes, handwriting neat and sharp, and looks up to meet her gaze. He squares his shoulders and sips his cup of tea* Anything else you may have noticed?
Lana: *raises an eyebrow at his grimace, but she knows well enough what that means, and also not to press on the matter* No, that's it. I wish I could be of more help--I will of course give testimony if it's needed.
Edgeworth: It will be, to close the case. *he closes the notebook* I expect you won't have any trouble with it? *his voice through most of the sentence is gruff, but it raises at the end, almost as if he's only just remembered halfway through how to phrase it as a moderately concerned question as opposed to an order*
Lana: Of course. I haven't forgotten a thing about the courtroom, after all. *tilts her head* Did you think I would? *her tone is not accusing or hostile--merely faintly amused*
Edgeworth: *he gives a smirk* Of course not, but the witness stand is not a terribly... fun place to stand in the courtroom. Besides that... it would take you away from your work. *glances over to her desk*
Lana: *glances down at her desk as well, at those folders still open on them--she shuts them one by one* I've always enjoyed being behind the stand--save for one experience, I suppose. It isn't quite the same as being behind the prosecutor's bench, but it's "in service of the truth" and justice, as you put it. *smiles at him* It wouldn't be any trouble at all.
Edgeworth: *even after all these years, he's still caught a bit off guard by her smile, it being such a rare occurrence when he knew her best. He catches himself staring and then finishes the last of his tea, setting it down on the table* That's good to hear. I don't think I've had a witness I've actually looked forward to having on the stand in as long as I can remember. *a bit of a scoff, he rises, turns and tucks his pen and notebook away in his jacket* I take it you're finished with your work this evening?
Lana: Ah... yes. I suppose I should call it a night and actually go back home. *the smile wavers somewhat at that-however, she places the files neatly together and stands, pushing in her chair*
Edgeworth: Mm. *he pulls a pocket watch from his vest and peers at it* Although... It's not too late for a bit of a nightcap... *he murmurs quietly*
Lana: A... "nightcap"? *her voice sounds rather amused again, though more at the quaint word and his quiet manner of asking(?) than anything else. She goes to retrieve her own jacket, a warm, double-breasted pea coat, by the door*
Edgeworth: I've nothing else to do this evening. Besides that, it's terribly rude to come out of the blue and ask for a favor, even one in line with your profession, without repaying you somehow. *tucks the watch away again and adjusts his jacket on his arm* Unless you would rather I just send a fruit basket. *raises an eyebrow wryly*
Lana: *is quiet for a moment, moving to button up her coat before speaking. When she does speak, it's softly, but firmly* Miles. Though Jake and I... have separated, we're still... keeping in touch. *glances off* I don't want to mislead you on that.
Edgeworth: *pauses, looking off to the window for a brief moment, assessing the weather he was shortly set to go out in: it appeared cold.* I wouldn't want to mislead you, Ms. Sk- Lana. I, of course, had assumed that this was the case. This is merely a social invitation. I give - and get - precious few these days. Humor me, won't you?
Lana: *her features soften at that* All right. I didn't assume you had such a motivation, but... it's better to be clear than to leave things unsaid and cause any misunderstanding. *her tone is just a touch bitter at that. She shakes her head* It's been a while since I've gone out, as well. And we do have quite a deal to catch up on, don't we...? *tugging her scarf free from underneath her coat, she looks to him fully, offering another soft smile*
Edgeworth: A bit. *a nod, and something approaching a smile crosses his face. He offers an elbow* I'll drive, unless there's a suitable location within walking distance?
Lana: Two blocks down the street, at Bathurst... it seems as though it will be a rather chilly walk, unfortunately. *glances at his offered arm, and takes it*
Edgeworth: *leads her to the door and opens it for her with a low chuckle* Believe me, I've become quite accustomed to the cold. Let me tell you about my winter in Moscow, two years ago...
~~~
Edgeworth: *pulls up in front of Lana's townhouse, stepping out of the car and giving his keys an easy twirl before putting them into his pocket. It's late October, and he and Lana are off to another function... An opera this time. The two of them have been 'seeing one another' for the last while, though Edgeworth himself would never use that phrase. He is content to have someone to do something socially with, as is she, he assumes. He walks up to the door and knocks, patting his breast pocket once again to ensure that the tickets are there. He'd been waiting for months to get these box seats...*
Lana: *It'd been a long day for Lana Skye, in more ways than one. It began with her waking up--bright and early as usual, under soft cotton sheets on her Queen sized bed--to a fleeting thought, some remnant of a dream that she'd rather not have experienced. She'd brushed it away and quickly gotten ready for work--prepared a speedy breakfast of scrambled eggs, using up the carton--before heading off to her investigative agency. From there she'd been engulfed in several hours of meetings and reports--they'd wrapped up one large case where they'd identified the ones responsible behind the theft of a bar and grill's secret recipes (the culprits were a surprisingly organized information theft ring for hire) and she'd handed out several more cases, including a smaller one to a rookie of a delinquent father whose wife believed him to be hiding in Texas. Throughout the day, something itched in the back of her mind... but being well accustomed to the feeling or ones like it, she dealt with it the way she did best--by ignoring it*
Lana: *finishing up at the office, she'd stopped by the drug store on the way back home, picking up a new carton of eggs. She'd passed by the aisle of magazines and trashy novels, a few catching her eyes before she managed to tear herself away. Quickly heading home, she'd set her mind to take a long shower--longer than she should have; she was already running unusually late and off-schedule...*
Lana: *finally drying off and wrapping a towel around herself, she'd stepped into her bedroom, pulling out a simple yet elegant dress from out of her closet and then opening up a drawer, searching for a matching blue-gray scarf she hadn't worn in a while, Reaching past an assortment of colors, her fingers had brushed against something unusual--something leather, according to the touch. She'd pulled it out and stared at it-an old pair of fingerless gloves, so used and worn the owner had probably meant to throw them out rather than store them away--and then what she'd been trying not to think of had bubbled to the forefront of her mind. Setting down the gloves on the drawer, she had walked over to the bed, taking a seat and shutting her eyes. With still-damp hair and a towel simply wrapped around her middle, she'd lowered her head and shut her eyes, remaining there, silent and oblivious to the knocking downstairs*
Edgeworth: *waits for just a few moments and then rings the doorbell instead, still in what could almost be termed a pleasant mood with the tickets safely in the breast pocket of the darker maroon suit he preferred to wear to formal events*
Lana: *it takes several moments for the knocking and then the doorbell ringing to register. When she realizes the time and who it must be, Lana quickly stands up, going back to the washroom for her bathrobe. Her hair is still wet and in disorder, and she only has the time to comb a hand through it a few times as she heads down the stairs. Wrapping the robe tightly around her, she opens the door. Her features are passive--she attempts a tight smile, looking at the man standing there* Sorry... I'm running rather late, I know. Would you like to come in?
Edgeworth: *surprise registers on his features for a moment, before he wipes it away and nods* If it won't intrude too much, I can wait inside.
Lana: *nods, heading up the stairs without any further ado--her steps are brisk, but even there there's a certain tense edge to them*
Edgeworth: *seems to pick up on it, after all he's spent enough time in Franziska's company to ferret out bad moods in those who are accustomed to not showing them. He calls up after her* Is there a problem with tonight, Lana? Shall I attempt to reschedule?
Lana: *there's a tension in her voice, as well* No, that won't be necessary. *after a brief pause* I left my purse downstairs, by the door. Could you bring it up?
Edgeworth: *glances at the purse and then up the stairs. He leans down to pick it up* You seem a bit under stress, is all. Although, *his speaking takes on a note of impersonal musing as he walks up the stairs, carrying the purse in front of him* perhaps sitting down to watch an opera will help...
Lana: I'm hoping so. *there isn't any further response; immediately after, there's the sound of a hairdryer running. The sound whirrs loudly through her open bedroom door*
Edgeworth: *walks into the bedroom with an eye to the bathroom doorway, through which he cannot see. He sets the purse on the dresser and leaves the room, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall next to the open door, eyes closed*
Lana: *comes out of the washroom a few minutes later, dressed although scarfless, with mostly dried hair. She walks across the room and takes out a more formal purse, heading to her dresser to transfer several items from her more functional one* What time does the show start?
Edgeworth: *looks at his pocketwatch* Forty-two minutes from now. Traffic downtown is always poor at this time of night, but we'll make it as long as we leave within the next twelve minutes or so. *raises his eyebrows and looks her up and down* Quite a lovely dress. *his remark is milder than his true reaction, and in fact, he's quite looking forward to the wistful looks from the trustees at the show, the jealous looks from the younger patrons. It always amuses him, even if the conclusion they've jumped to about his and Lana's involvement is wrong*
Lana: Thank you. *she's busy moving as she speaks, finishing the transfer and then walking quickly over to her bedside nighttable with the second purse. Opening a drawer on the nighttable, she searches for some item-- it's unclear what, but she has some difficulty finding it. She removes several items--bottles, a book, a tiny stuffed teddy bear from Ema, a good number of postcards and letters, all in the same writing... her hands waver, but she keeps her expression fixedly neutral*
Edgeworth: *blinks at her, and takes a couple of steps into the room* Something missing?
Lana: ...No, nothing. *the response is almost snappish; she finds what she's looking for and then heads back to the dresser, trying to locate that yet-unfound scarf. Her stress shows through how many items are upturned through her search--scarves of almost every color and fabric save for the one she is looking for billow up. Finally, still unsuccessful, she rests a hand against the surface of the dresser, leaning heavily against it and closing her eyes*
Edgeworth: *cocks a curious head at her, and seems as though he's about to reach out, but instead he walks past her, toward the bed, where it seems almost as if he's about to sit. Instead he leans over the night table, curious at how in disarray everything suddenly is. He's well aware how out of character that is for her. His eye lights on the pile of postcards and letters, and he raises an eyebrow. One is upended enough to show Marshall's unreadable scrawl and a postmark - ages ago. He turns toward her, looking suddenly unsure* Lana... *a murmur, and he walks up to her, hand hovering over her shoulder as he tries to think of something to say. He's unable to come up with anything and so gently settles his hand on her shoulder, brushing her hair aside*
Lana: *and it's the grain that tips the scale; she breathes in quickly at his touch, some sort of stubborn resolve inside her crumbling down. She leans lightly into his hold, eyes still shut*
Edgeworth: *eyes searching for something to break what he certainly perceives as an awkward silence, he merely pats her shoulder wordlessly. He is well aware that his initial thought to remind her that they should probably leave in another five to ten minutes would have been a terrible idea*
Lana: *thankfully, she speaks first--in a hushed, exhausted tone* It's been three months.
Edgeworth: *brushes her hair aside thoughtfully, sure to get every strand as he gathers his thoughts* No word? From Marshall or Ema? *though he's almost sure he knows... The world would have heard about it about two months and three weeks ago, were it Ema*
Lana: From Jake--*and then automatically, immediately afterwards* Ema's fine. *she hesitates for a moment before continuing. This is an admission, a confession, and she hates such things* It's almost been a year and a half since he left. He'd stopped writing in detail well before this. Was I stupid to think... *leaving the thought unfinished, she opens her eyes and turns to look at Edgeworth before quickly glancing away* I'm sorry, I'm... *laughs lightly, tensely* It's been a long day.
Edgeworth: *grimaces inwardly, both at the awkward position he's in and with irritation at Marshall. He pauses for a few moments before sliding his palm flat against her back* It's... It's perfectly all right. I'm... not well-versed in such matters, but my preliminary assessment is that he is the one who's made the mistake here. It's nothing against you... *shakes his head, a sort of disbelieving warmth in his voice*
Lana: It's not a mistake, if it's his decision. *rubs at her temples lightly and shields her eyes, lowering her head again* I wonder if I've wasted all this time, hoping everything would work out.
Edgeworth: *frowns* One can make a badly mistaken decision, of course, and lose out. You think so lowly of yourself that you can say that cutting ties to you is not a mistake?
Lana: That isn't it in the least. It's just... if he's happy in Wyoming, then he's made the right decision for himself. I just... would have preferred it some other way. *her mouth draws into a straight line as she stops herself once again*
Edgeworth: *clears his throat* Well. I imagine so. *draws his hand away and stands up straight, drawing his hand up to his arm, an action he cuts off as he realizes he's doing it* His behavior is not fair to you, and that's something you're entitled to. *stands in awkward silence, hands at his sides. After a brief, uncomfortable pause...* What would you like to do?
Lana: *stands there with eyes glancing down, musing for a moment on his words. She seems to grasp the inherent double meeting there. She addresses at least one when she looks up to him, her eyes firm, her behavior somewhat calmer* Let's not waste those tickets. *steps to him, reaching for his arm*
Edgeworth: *gives a tight smile, though it rapidly softens to something more at ease, and holds his arm out for her* Right. Even if we 're late, they wouldn't dare lock the two of us out. *smirks; there's a bit of perhaps desperate mirth in his eye*
Lana: You don't have to talk to the ushers about it, you know-- *takes her purse and heads to the door with him--her neck is bare, the scarf is unfound and not entirely out of mind, but for now she can let it be. There's a note of attempted lightness in her voice* I won't mind waiting outside until the second act. *shuts the door as they leave the room*
~~~
Edgeworth: ...Although I feel quite sorry for her, tripping like that... *shakes his head ruefully at the fresh memory* You were quite light on your feet, though. *turns to Lana, in the passenger seat, and quirks the corner of his mouth. They're speeding down the expressway and Edgeworth prudently keeps a watchful eye on the road as he turns to adjust the music coming from his car speakers. It's a waltz, and as he continues to drive, his brow furrows just slightly as he listens intently*
Lana: Do you really think so? I know I still have a lot to learn. *laughs quietly, her attention also directed at the music---though only somewhat, and out of an appreciation of the whirling melody moreso than an intent analysis of its composition* Up until now, the thought of lessons never even entered my mind as a possibility.
Edgeworth: Ah, but I always thought you'd do well in a setting like this. *his finger idly taps out the tempo on the steering wheel* You have always had that air of effortless motion about you.
Lana: Really. *hums out a thoughtful note--her tone is quite amused* Well, a follower cannot be a good one without a competent lead. *glances to him, studying his features while he's distracted with the music and the road* So these dancing lessons-- they'll be every other week?
Edgeworth: *nods as he smoothly switches lanes to get past a slow-moving van* Though I'll be practicing on my own. Competent I may be as yet, but I'd rather be flawless.
Lana: *shakes her head* Miles Edgeworth, at work and at play. *falls silent, just watching the city lights shine tirelessly on as they travel onwards* Ah... I'd forgotten. Are you available next Saturday? Ema may be coming home then.
Edgeworth: *a bit of a smirk in response that changes to a curious pursing of the lips. He tilts his head as if he is consulting a mental datebook* I'd planned on doing a bit of editing work on my article about the Morris case, but that's not due until March. I can certainly free up some time to welcome the younger Ms. Skye back home. Will she be taking the test again, I wonder?
Lana: *it's her turn to quirk the corner of her mouth slightly* I'm not sure--I haven't asked her yet. I've decided not to press the issue too heavily.
Edgeworth: Prudent. *tilts his head at an odd angle as the track changes to something he doesn't much like, he switches it and another classical ballroom dance song plays* Shall I make reservations somewhere for the three of us?
Lana: Yes, that would be wonderful. Perhaps eating in a public location will help discourage her from snacking on that junk food of hers on the side. *sighs a little--it seems to be an issue she's discussed with her sister at length*
Edgeworth: Eh? Has she gained some bad habits while abroad? Hmmm... *thoughtfully* Well, you tell me the kinds of foods that she prefers and we'll see if we can get her back to a meal of quality as opposed to quantity... *guides the car to the exit and off onto the side streets and murmurs* It will be nice to see her again.
Lana: I'm sure she's looking forward to seeing you again as well. *looks at him carefully again--it's a measured, contemplative look* She knows we've been seeing more and more of each other as of late... we haven't broached that topic in particular yet, however. *pauses * She was quite fond of you a few years back, I recall. I don't know if you remember. *her voice is faintly amused again*
Edgeworth: *amusement washes over his face as he approaches the turn onto Lana's street* Well, yes, I was aware, but that was just a girlish crush. I'm sure she's well and over me by now.
Lana: Mm... do you think so? *laughs lightly, brushing her hair back past her shoulders and readying her bag, now that they're getting close* ...It is amazing how much can change in a few years, it's true.
Edgeworth: *there's a brief pause, whether because he's giving the idea some thought or because he is pulling into her driveway, and then he returns her laugh* True enough, yes. I wouldn't be surprised if she'd met some of my rival prosecutors abroad and found a new object of interest. *stops the music* May I walk you to your door?
Lana: Yes, of course. *the offer is familiar enough by now, but she doesn't seem to be any less appreciative of it. Unfastening her seatbelt and opening the door, she steps out into the slightly chilly January air. Verifying she hasn't left anything behind, she moves towards the front entrance of her house. Her features are still distantly thoughtful, contentedly so*
Edgeworth: *as she does, he turns the car off and joins her, continuing on with her towards the door with a distantly pleased nod* I'm quite glad you decided to join me today.
Lana: Thank you for having me. *steps to the door and unlocks it, opening it slightly before turning fully to him. A simple hall light from within streams through the crack of the entrance--she keeps her hand on the door handle, smiling softly at Edgeworth* I enjoyed myself very much.
Edgeworth: *standing opposite her, his eyes warm, there's a relaxation in his pose that's rarely seen. Perhaps it's all the time they've spent moving in tandem this day, but the usual stiffness has been replaced by a sort of ebb and flow, a call and response to her footsteps and her stance. He looks down briefly, then back up at her, and he gives a smile that is brief but utterly unforced* So did I. I look forward to next time. *a silence; he hesitates for a moment as if he is loath to turn away*
Lana: *and before he does, her hand is on his shoulder--she steps in close to him, looking at his features carefully. It only takes her another moment of consideration before she leans in--and he's not so tall that she can't reach his lips when she lifts her mouth to his. The kiss is a light, soft one--even chaste in nature, but it's heartfelt in its gently questioning way*
Edgeworth: *there is a trace of surprise in his expression at her boldness as she stares, but then he comprehends the pattern of the dance the two of them have been moving in since months ago, long before any actual dancing occurred. His hand settles instinctively onto her waist, familiar as the placement is by the end of today's lessons. His answer comes as a gentle responding pressure, his head turning accommodatingly to the side - more than anything the sense is that the fit is right between the two of them*
Lana: *lets the contact linger for a moment longer before she draws back. She still appears thoughtful, glancing off to the side as she pulls her arm away from his shoulder and steps towards the door once again. Her voice is gentle* ...Goodnight, Miles.
Edgeworth: *as she draws away he watches her, letting his hand slide away as she moves. After a brief pause, he steps forward and takes her errant hand, drawing it up to his lips and brushing a kiss across the knuckles. He glances at her face* Goodnight, Lana. *with that, he lets her hand drop, and steps back with a half bow, a smile playing at his half-visible features*
Lana: *brings that hand of hers to herself, studying him a moment longer before she nods a farewell, opens the door wide enough for her to step through and heads into the entrance. She looks at him through the crack of the doorway before she shuts the door after herself*
Edgeworth: *straightens and follows the glow of her eye as the door closes, standing in the doorway for a moment before he gives a nod, turns on his heel, and heads back to his car, no apparent tension in his features though his eyes track lazily as if he's lost in thought. He stands for a moment, hand on the roof of his car as a cold wind blows his hair into his face. That seems to break his concentration; he jerks his head to get it out of his face and throws open the car door, getting in and starting the engine and a swell of dancing music that can faintly be heard outside the car even as he pulls out of the driveway and heads back home*