Fanfic: Phoenix Wright - Him
Written, on a whim, for the beautiful cravatized. Not edited in any way, because...I dunno, I'm a lazy shit. I felt like writing something, and here we are. I apologise in advance if it's utter crap.
Title: Him
By: neutraltwin
Rating: G
Fandom: Phoenix Wright
Pairing/Characters: Lana Skye, Miles Edgeworth
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, property of Capcom, etc.
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There was a certain warmth between them now, one that hadn’t been there before; or at the very least, one that hadn’t been cultivated. They’d always had a bond of mutual trust and respect - relying on each other to find the right evidence, assemble the right case, and find the right person guilty - and that had carried them through, carried her through, more than she would like to admit. Even after she’d had to become cold, colder than she’d ever thought she’d have to be, he’d been here, soft-spoken and respectful and concerned in the polite way that only he could ever seem to pull off.
He had, she thought, been a part of her life for a very long time now. She’d seen him premiere in his very first case, all bright eyes and sharp logic against the stumbling nervousness of her old friend. He’d won on a technicality, and she’d been rooting for her friend like a good friend should, but it hadn’t mattered; she could see the talent in him, the spark, the burning need for justice and truth. It had intrigued her, even then. This man was something else.
They’d worked together several times as he slowly became the Demon Prosecutor, and the affinity only grew; he admired her resourcefulness and keen eye, she admired his sharp intellect and sharper tongue. They weren’t friends, but she liked to think she could call on him, if need be, and he would come. Having that sort of reliance on someone, especially when you were in her position, was a rare thing. It was something that needed to be treasured, and she treasured it greatly.
Then, it had happened. She’d done what she needed to do, and she’d do it again if need be, but it still niggled at the back of her mind that the one person she’d thought she could always depend on had to be shut out as well. Everybody had to be shut out. It was the only way she could survive.
Then, a possible redemption, all dark eyes and blue suit and dangerous hair. She’d shut him out too, but he’d still worked for her, bled for her, faced the greatest danger in her life to prove her innocence. She owed him a great deal, she owed him her life, but she couldn’t help but notice the enemy; the way he gripped his arm and looked away, the way he showed that small vein of weakness that he never, ever showed in battle…just so he could get to the truth. It had killed him to do it, she could tell, but if anyone could find her innocent while trying to find her guilty, it was him. She thanked her lucky stars every day since then that it was him.
A steady rhythm of footsteps reached her ears and she looked up, seeing the familiar red-suited figure enter the visiting room. He sat down opposite her and placed a book on the table between them; one she’d mentioned she liked, almost two years ago.
She smiled at him, at his calm, indifferent visage. She owed her life to Phoenix, yes…
But her heart had always been his.
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One last essay to do, due in five days, then I'm free for 6 weeks. I'll try to get another screencap adventure done before then.
~ Aaron
Title: Him
By: neutraltwin
Rating: G
Fandom: Phoenix Wright
Pairing/Characters: Lana Skye, Miles Edgeworth
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, property of Capcom, etc.
-
There was a certain warmth between them now, one that hadn’t been there before; or at the very least, one that hadn’t been cultivated. They’d always had a bond of mutual trust and respect - relying on each other to find the right evidence, assemble the right case, and find the right person guilty - and that had carried them through, carried her through, more than she would like to admit. Even after she’d had to become cold, colder than she’d ever thought she’d have to be, he’d been here, soft-spoken and respectful and concerned in the polite way that only he could ever seem to pull off.
He had, she thought, been a part of her life for a very long time now. She’d seen him premiere in his very first case, all bright eyes and sharp logic against the stumbling nervousness of her old friend. He’d won on a technicality, and she’d been rooting for her friend like a good friend should, but it hadn’t mattered; she could see the talent in him, the spark, the burning need for justice and truth. It had intrigued her, even then. This man was something else.
They’d worked together several times as he slowly became the Demon Prosecutor, and the affinity only grew; he admired her resourcefulness and keen eye, she admired his sharp intellect and sharper tongue. They weren’t friends, but she liked to think she could call on him, if need be, and he would come. Having that sort of reliance on someone, especially when you were in her position, was a rare thing. It was something that needed to be treasured, and she treasured it greatly.
Then, it had happened. She’d done what she needed to do, and she’d do it again if need be, but it still niggled at the back of her mind that the one person she’d thought she could always depend on had to be shut out as well. Everybody had to be shut out. It was the only way she could survive.
Then, a possible redemption, all dark eyes and blue suit and dangerous hair. She’d shut him out too, but he’d still worked for her, bled for her, faced the greatest danger in her life to prove her innocence. She owed him a great deal, she owed him her life, but she couldn’t help but notice the enemy; the way he gripped his arm and looked away, the way he showed that small vein of weakness that he never, ever showed in battle…just so he could get to the truth. It had killed him to do it, she could tell, but if anyone could find her innocent while trying to find her guilty, it was him. She thanked her lucky stars every day since then that it was him.
A steady rhythm of footsteps reached her ears and she looked up, seeing the familiar red-suited figure enter the visiting room. He sat down opposite her and placed a book on the table between them; one she’d mentioned she liked, almost two years ago.
She smiled at him, at his calm, indifferent visage. She owed her life to Phoenix, yes…
But her heart had always been his.
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One last essay to do, due in five days, then I'm free for 6 weeks. I'll try to get another screencap adventure done before then.
~ Aaron