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The attorney’s voice became even more desperate. Nothing like the confident, clear voice Edgeworth lost to in court. “Edgeworth, please, know that I-”
“I said get out! What part of that command do you not understand?!”
The brunette whirled around on the horrified attorney, eyes harder, colder than ice. “It’s your life’s purpose, isn’t it?! To put me down, to make me into some kind of imbecile?!”
*Very short oneshot inspired by hello-morphine's 'After the Audience' piece, a PhoenixMiles masterpiece.
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Sweat trickled down his forehead the way rain slithered down a windowpane, torturous and unforgiving. It wasn’t because of the weather, though, despite it being a whopping 110 degrees that day. No. The anxious rainfall came from the possibility of losing the only one he ever truly loved.
Miles Edgeworth was several feet away from him, drenching his face in water from the restroom’s faucet. It was not only a means of cooling off, but also a way to relieve himself of the pain weighing down his heart. The latter failed. He chose not to face the man at his back any longer, having already faced off against him in court. The trial itself was demanding, but its end results were excruciating. The prosecutor tried to defend someone that was ultimately guilty. Phoenix Wright, the man at his back, triumphed from every angle.
Phoenix was uneasy, restless, desperately trying to figure out a way to bring Edgeworth back. “Edgeworth, I…about the case…”
The prosecutor refused to face the defense attorney. “Get out.”
The attorney’s voice became even more desperate. Nothing like the confident, clear voice Edgeworth lost to in court. “Edgeworth, please, know that I-”
“I said get out! What part of that command do you not understand?!”
The brunette whirled around on the horrified attorney, eyes harder, colder than ice. “It’s your life’s purpose, isn’t it?! To put me down, to make me into some kind of imbecile?!”
“No! Of course it isn’t!”
“Get out! Get out of my sight!”
“No,” the attorney fired back, hand gripping Edgeworth’s arm. The prosecutor promptly slapped him, eyes as cold as the moon, but drenched in hurt. Pain. Longing. Loneliness. All of those were daggers that shredded Phoenix’s heart. “I’m not leaving you,” the attorney shot back, his eyes stern and determined.
“I’m not leaving until you listen to me! Edgeworth, it’s never about hurting you! I’d slit my own wrists before I’d ever think about hurting you!”
“Nonsense,” the prosecutor growled, glistening eyes drenched in anguish. “You’re nothing but a filthy, pompous-”
“Miley, please!”
The use of his childhood nickname only made things worse. Edgeworth tore away from Phoenix as if he were poison, eyes shining with tears.
Before he could blink, the attorney was left alone.
“I said get out! What part of that command do you not understand?!”
The brunette whirled around on the horrified attorney, eyes harder, colder than ice. “It’s your life’s purpose, isn’t it?! To put me down, to make me into some kind of imbecile?!”
*Very short oneshot inspired by hello-morphine's 'After the Audience' piece, a PhoenixMiles masterpiece.
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Sweat trickled down his forehead the way rain slithered down a windowpane, torturous and unforgiving. It wasn’t because of the weather, though, despite it being a whopping 110 degrees that day. No. The anxious rainfall came from the possibility of losing the only one he ever truly loved.
Miles Edgeworth was several feet away from him, drenching his face in water from the restroom’s faucet. It was not only a means of cooling off, but also a way to relieve himself of the pain weighing down his heart. The latter failed. He chose not to face the man at his back any longer, having already faced off against him in court. The trial itself was demanding, but its end results were excruciating. The prosecutor tried to defend someone that was ultimately guilty. Phoenix Wright, the man at his back, triumphed from every angle.
Phoenix was uneasy, restless, desperately trying to figure out a way to bring Edgeworth back. “Edgeworth, I…about the case…”
The prosecutor refused to face the defense attorney. “Get out.”
The attorney’s voice became even more desperate. Nothing like the confident, clear voice Edgeworth lost to in court. “Edgeworth, please, know that I-”
“I said get out! What part of that command do you not understand?!”
The brunette whirled around on the horrified attorney, eyes harder, colder than ice. “It’s your life’s purpose, isn’t it?! To put me down, to make me into some kind of imbecile?!”
“No! Of course it isn’t!”
“Get out! Get out of my sight!”
“No,” the attorney fired back, hand gripping Edgeworth’s arm. The prosecutor promptly slapped him, eyes as cold as the moon, but drenched in hurt. Pain. Longing. Loneliness. All of those were daggers that shredded Phoenix’s heart. “I’m not leaving you,” the attorney shot back, his eyes stern and determined.
“I’m not leaving until you listen to me! Edgeworth, it’s never about hurting you! I’d slit my own wrists before I’d ever think about hurting you!”
“Nonsense,” the prosecutor growled, glistening eyes drenched in anguish. “You’re nothing but a filthy, pompous-”
“Miley, please!”
The use of his childhood nickname only made things worse. Edgeworth tore away from Phoenix as if he were poison, eyes shining with tears.
Before he could blink, the attorney was left alone.
Ace Attorney fandom. Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth. Inspired by hello-morphine's masterpiece:
In the wake of a case, Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth is at his lowest. Phoenix Wright tries to comfort the love of his life, but Edgeworth does something that breaks his heart.
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