Old Memories and Confrontations
'Verse: theskytides
Characters: Miles Edgeworth (Neb), Robin Wright (Krystal)
Rating/Warnings: PG. Beware of angst.
Content: For the first time since childhood, Edgeworth returns to Colvus to pay his respects, and has a chance meeting with somebody painfully familiar.
This wasn't as satisfying as he had hoped.
Edgeworth furrowed his brow and thought over his visit thus far. After all of his preparations, practical and mental, after all of the money that had changed hands in order to get him into this damn city, after the fear that he might be recognized and the anti-climatic realization that nobody had noticed him (save for an easily bribed port official), he had made it into Colvus. He did not intend to stay long; there was only one place he wished to visit, and after that, he would be finished.
At least, he thought he would be finished. He wasn't sure what to expect when he arrived at the graveyard, but he had a vague idea of how this sort of thing was supposed to play out. A man, long estranged from his father, would visit his dearly departed patriarch's gravestone. There would be weeping, there would be wailing, and after a tearful, one sided apology, the man would feel some sort of ephemeral forgiveness and then get on with his life.
Edgeworth experienced none of these things. There was no sudden epiphany when he read the name on the marker, nor was there a sudden flood of emotion. Instead, there was the shock of realization, and after that faded, he felt nothing other than a heavy weight in his stomach. He read and reread Gregory's name, and slowly but surely, some of the numbness and tension gave way to a strange sort of clarity of mind: here was his father, dead and buried for over a decade and a half, and there was nothing more to say. In a way, it was almost a relief, but in other ways, it was a disappointment. If he wanted peace, he wouldn't find it here.
After what felt like an eternity of silence and half-formed thoughts, Edgeworth finally gave up and walked away. Even though it was spring, he still felt cold; now was as good a time as any to return to the port and the ship.
Characters: Miles Edgeworth (Neb), Robin Wright (Krystal)
Rating/Warnings: PG. Beware of angst.
Content: For the first time since childhood, Edgeworth returns to Colvus to pay his respects, and has a chance meeting with somebody painfully familiar.
This wasn't as satisfying as he had hoped.
Edgeworth furrowed his brow and thought over his visit thus far. After all of his preparations, practical and mental, after all of the money that had changed hands in order to get him into this damn city, after the fear that he might be recognized and the anti-climatic realization that nobody had noticed him (save for an easily bribed port official), he had made it into Colvus. He did not intend to stay long; there was only one place he wished to visit, and after that, he would be finished.
At least, he thought he would be finished. He wasn't sure what to expect when he arrived at the graveyard, but he had a vague idea of how this sort of thing was supposed to play out. A man, long estranged from his father, would visit his dearly departed patriarch's gravestone. There would be weeping, there would be wailing, and after a tearful, one sided apology, the man would feel some sort of ephemeral forgiveness and then get on with his life.
Edgeworth experienced none of these things. There was no sudden epiphany when he read the name on the marker, nor was there a sudden flood of emotion. Instead, there was the shock of realization, and after that faded, he felt nothing other than a heavy weight in his stomach. He read and reread Gregory's name, and slowly but surely, some of the numbness and tension gave way to a strange sort of clarity of mind: here was his father, dead and buried for over a decade and a half, and there was nothing more to say. In a way, it was almost a relief, but in other ways, it was a disappointment. If he wanted peace, he wouldn't find it here.
After what felt like an eternity of silence and half-formed thoughts, Edgeworth finally gave up and walked away. Even though it was spring, he still felt cold; now was as good a time as any to return to the port and the ship.