The World Counts Loud to Ten
Day: 12
Characters: Edgeworth, Reeve
Summary: Exploration outside is a hell of a lot better than brooding inside. At least, that's the theory.
Status: Closed(?)//Incomplete
He'd eschewed his coat despite the cool ocean breeze, remnants of the storm; the image of the blue cloth draping over still bodies wouldn't leave him, even if the only evidence anything had happened were the wounds on his face and arm. Scratching at the stitches on his cheek (under a taped bandage of white gauze, speckled here and there with hints of red), Reeve leaned back against the cold marble pillar by the back exit and closed his eyes.
Which was better? Wandering around outside and running from the empty halls, the endless shadows, or staying inside with them and drowning in it all? For once... he didn't know. His mind kept drifting back to the last time he'd seen his mother alive, months before AVALANCHE had ever bombed the reactor. Delivering seeds to her. Hadn't stayed long, the siren song of his city had pulled him away, but her hand had gripped his, small and fragile and arthritic, and she had been warm, then.
Her skin had been so cool and smooth under his hands.
The snap of her neck had been so loud.
Taking a deep breath, Reeve bowed his head and waited for Edgeworth to come.
Characters: Edgeworth, Reeve
Summary: Exploration outside is a hell of a lot better than brooding inside. At least, that's the theory.
Status: Closed(?)//Incomplete
He'd eschewed his coat despite the cool ocean breeze, remnants of the storm; the image of the blue cloth draping over still bodies wouldn't leave him, even if the only evidence anything had happened were the wounds on his face and arm. Scratching at the stitches on his cheek (under a taped bandage of white gauze, speckled here and there with hints of red), Reeve leaned back against the cold marble pillar by the back exit and closed his eyes.
Which was better? Wandering around outside and running from the empty halls, the endless shadows, or staying inside with them and drowning in it all? For once... he didn't know. His mind kept drifting back to the last time he'd seen his mother alive, months before AVALANCHE had ever bombed the reactor. Delivering seeds to her. Hadn't stayed long, the siren song of his city had pulled him away, but her hand had gripped his, small and fragile and arthritic, and she had been warm, then.
Her skin had been so cool and smooth under his hands.
The snap of her neck had been so loud.
Taking a deep breath, Reeve bowed his head and waited for Edgeworth to come.