has anyone seen the new catherine//full//body videos........... (i wanted to take a crack at a soejima-type style and Summer was the first thing i happened to sketch)
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has anyone seen the new catherine//full//body videos........... (i wanted to take a crack at a soejima-type style and Summer was the first thing i happened to sketch)
prosequies:
   Superstitious, Miles Edgeworth is notâbut he recognises the value of tradition. Itâs apparently significant to Summer that he was the first prosecutor to man the bench opposite hers within an official capacity, even if he remembers that day as less of a skirmish and more of a procedural exercise. With the blazer heâd worn back then observing them from upon his wall, he has no authority with which to dismiss her.
   And that connection, however tenuous, may explain why Miss Star is so chummy with him now; he occupies some coordinate of her personal landscape without ever having to try. Why else would she presume he might accept an invitation to socialise with her? What would they talk about if he did?
   He already knows the answer to that. When she tires of entertaining his curiosity, as she inevitably will, they will talk about work. Miles frownsâin part because this is a sort of quandary heâs rarely had to consider, but mostly because itâs disquieting to see Summerâs face betray something melancholy, something he canât quite identify as she speaks of her father. The scenario certainly sounds familiar; perhaps it was he who gave his daughter the foolish idea that defence attorneys should mingle with their counterparts across the floor.
   Foolish. Kindisch. The voice in Milesâ head is indistinguishable from his own, so surely that means he should decline.
   âI suppose you present a salient point.â His expression returns to neutralityâbar the narrow line of his mouth. âIt makes your change of career all the more confounding, but Iâm inclined to believe you. Lying about your involvement presents no obvious advantage⊠and I understand the importance of family ties. I have yet to encounter a stronger shackle.â
   The unfinished documents in his desk are a compelling contender, however. While one night of inactivity might not impact his productivity, it is still a night he has no reason to sacrifice. This woman may be the enemy, but isnât entirely disagreeable in both her values and body of work; she seems inexplicably drawn in by the prospect of fraternising with him, too. Thatâs dangerous. Itâs a mistake heâs nearly made before.
   âNevertheless,â he goes on, with an almost wary eye, âdonât you think itâs presumptuous to assume I can afford to take a break? Nor do I make a habit of forging personal associations with defence attorneys. Perhaps the gravity of our work eludes you, but I am not your colleagueâand with good reason.â
    About as quickly as it appeared, his endearing disposition disappears in favor of a more unreadable, emotionally stagnant stance. Predictable. He canât let go, not even for a minute? What does she have to do to let him know that itâs okay to let his guard down every so often? To further cement his rigid nature, he declines her offer with a long-winded reply. Though, to say she didnât expect this would be incredibly naive of her.Â
    An arch of her eyebrow tells of her impassive reaction on the matter. A feeling deep in her gut tells her heâs giving her the roundabout, purposefully trying to avoid any chance of being in an intimate situation with her. It speaks of his humanity, or perhaps his lack thereof. Perhaps heâs keeping her at armâs length to retain their professional relationship, when really, professionalism isnât the point at all here.Â
    âCan you drop the whole defense-attorney-versus-prosecutor bit?â Summer sighs, sounding impatient. âThatâs not what this is about. Sure, our jobs are the reason that we met, but that doesnât mean our jobs have to take us over entirely. Iâm asking you out because I want to spend time with you as a friend, not as an attorney.â Sheâs disappointed. She had thought, for all of a moment, that he may comply with her; that maybe, just maybe, he would forgo their occupational stances for a friendlier relationship outside of the courthouse.Â
    âWe can be friends and courtroom adversaries at the same time. My sister and I do it all the time; weâre the best of friends when weâre not in a case, but we keep it professional when we are. Itâs possible to do that.â Even she isnât positive of her motive behind this supposedly convincing spiel. All she sees now is a man so uptight and set in his ways that he doesnât know how to relax, and that, for whatever reason, concerns her.Â
    âJust because you donât like me as an attorney doesnât mean you canât like me as a person. I mean, I sure didnât like you very much when I first met you -- but I was a hot-headed and judgmental greenhorn back then.â As if she wasnât still described with those traits. âBut I thought thatâs how you were just in the courtroom. I didnât know anything about you as a person, and thatâs why Iâve been so interested in seeking you out.â She doesnât recall ever sharing this with him, forcing her to realize that sheâs kept those thoughts to herself all this time. Maybe, had she told him sooner, he may have accepted her proposals sooner... or he may have blown her off entirely.Â
    She huffs another sigh, unsure if her pleas will actually reach him. Aside from that, he brings up a valid point that she canât dismiss. âYouâre right, though. I canât assume that youâre not incredibly busy and that you can miss a single night of work without any kind of penalty. I thought youâd be ahead, considering who you are.
    âBut I guess I donât really know, do I?â
the result of the conversations i have with @lawdadsgalore on discord
summer is. Too Concerned about the public opinion
lawdadsgalore:
    He wants nothing more than to hold her. This is his little girl, a child heâs protected since she came into his life and all he wants is to hold her tight and promise that everything will be okay, that he and her daddy will make everything better because they love her. But sheâs not a baby anymore; her daddy and papa arenât the strongest people in the universe, and they canât fix the world simply by putting their arms around her.
   Ether grits his teeth. Damn him, damn whoever did this to my little girl. And he suddenly wishes for a different profession, to be a detective or private investigator or prosecutor, someone who could find and catch that son of a bitch and put him in prison where he belongs.
    Pain rips through his heart seeing her sinking against the wall, stumbling towards her bedroom door, caught between screaming and tears. Ether holds his hands out to her, staying as still as one may when trying not to frighten a scared dog.  âI donât want to make you do anything, sweetheart,â he promises.  âWeâll cancel the tour if youâd like, and decline any guest appearances or interviews. You donât have to leave this house, not if you donât feel safe.â
    That isnât the way to help this, and he knows it. Keeping Summer isolated here for who knows how long will not help undo the trauma sheâs gone through, but dammit at least it will make her feel safe. She could become a reclusive hermit and never move away from home for all he cared, so long as she knew she was safe and loved.  âNobodyâs going to make you leave; not me, or Daddy, or Winter, or anybody.â Timidly, he takes a step closer. âAnd we arenât disappointed in you; donât ever think that.â
    Her chest ceases its heaving, a sign that her heart rate is returning to normal. Reality is real again. Sheâs home and no longer in any danger regardless of what her paranoia screams otherwise. Already beads of sweat drip from her forehead, falling past her red-tinted eyes and grazing her freezing skin. When did she start feeling like crying? Sheâs safe at home; she has no reason to cry or panic. Iâm losing it, is her only conclusion. Iâve gotta be losing my mind.Â
    Etherâs assurances are merely white noise, muffled by her blaring thoughts and loud heart beat. She barely catches the words donât, make, cancel, decline, safe... but theyâre all naught but fodder in the air. Thereâs a long silence after he speaks. Sheâs deep in thought, dangerously so.Â
    â... Do I... deserve this?â She suddenly asks. âBecause of the way Iâve treated everyone, the way Iâve acted... do I deserve to feel like this?â The broken pieces slowly come together, but the edges are too jagged to form a clear picture. The realization dawns on her, but this idea is far too heavy. Itâs going to crush her. âIs that why this happened? Because I needed to be knocked down a peg? Because someone knew that something needed to be done?â The ideas spiral into nonsense, likely amplified by her inert paranoia. Her back is against the hallway wall, arms folded onto each other and held close to her chest.Â
    âAm I that bad a person... for someone to want to hurt me this much...?â Her words process themselves as fact, and every hint of emotion on her face suddenly disappears, replaced solely with shock. âGod, I deserve this, donât I?!â
âș from Summer to Ether
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( message sent ; Papa ) jfc hold off on the drugs n alcohol iâm on my way ( message sent ; Papa ) if you think iâm putting out while youâre drunk or high as fuck then youâre wrong as fuck( message sent ; Papa ) put that shit away by the time i get there or u ainât gettin noneÂ
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violetprosecutor:
     â i used to bring it wherever i went. i even had a special key for my guitar case â and i had several other ones in my office when i was more of a permanent resident here. nowadays, i donât bring it around as often. â he gave a little laugh, brushing his hair out of his face. â i did used to play in the lobby between cases. i think a lot of the clients appreciated it. â
     âWhat, really? Man, where was I when you were playing?â She sounds more surprised than she ought to be, but pleasantly so. âI wouldâve loved to join in! Think of how good a stress reliever that has to be, especially in the middle of an impossible trial. Hey, but if it was such a good thing, whyâd you stop?â
     âDo you ever bring your guitar to the courthouse, Prosecutor Gavin?â An innocent question asked entirely out of the blue, triggered by being in the same vicinity as the aforementioned rock star prosecutor. âIf you really wanted to, you could probably break out into song in the lobby and no one would question you. --Huh, thatâd be kind of fun, actually. Would you be up for a duet someday?â // @violetprosecutor
lawdadsgalore:
Ether knows thereâs going to be a problem from the moment he hears the, âWhoa!â Â He scrambles to stand up before the proverbial shit can hit the proverbial fan, but Macyâs presence makes that difficult and by the time heâs on his feet the door has been slammed and Summer has begun stomping off down the hall. Â Thereâs the two problems of the pizza guy and their dinner outside and his upset daughter running back off to her room, and while the second is infinitely more important he also doesnât feel like cooking dinner tonight. Â So on the way past the front door he wrenches it open, shoves a twenty and a ten into the hand of the spotty-faced young man still standing there in surprise, takes the boxes, and closes the door in his face again.
He sets the boxes on the first above-dog-level surface he can find on the route to Summerâs room, telling himself to remember to call that damn place and make sure they never send some new kid again. Â All the regulars know who lives there by now and have learned not to gawk or take pictures or make exceedingly unnecessary comments to an obviously distressed teenage girl.
âSweetie, wait,â Ether calls from behind his daughterâs path, his heart sinking at the knowledge that any inch of progress he made just getting her out of her room has retracted because of some pimple-faced teenage boy who couldnât keep his mouth shut and just do his damn job. Â Approaching her back he reaches out and touches her shoulder with just the tips of his fingers, saying the only thing he can think to say and that he knows is utterly useless, âCome on, letâs just go back and watch the movie. Â Nobody else will be here all night nothing like that will happen again I promise.â
Because what else can he do?
    Something hurt.Â
    She isnât sure what, but something hurt, deep in her chest: a twisting, pulling pain that clawed at her throat, making it burn. Hot tears threaten to form, and the only thing she can do is blink them away. It clouds her vision, forcing her to stop lest she run into a hall table or a wall. It happens to be the same time that Ether calls for her... or maybe heâs the reason she stopped. She canât keep running. Heâll keep chasing after her.Â
    The touch of his hand breaks her out of this stupor, but not in the way he would prefer. It invokes a gut reaction, something she recently learned thanks to her incident. As if her captor had returned, Summer rips herself away from him (a shriek of âDonât touch me!â bouncing off the walls in an echo), spinning around to face him with a look of fear in her eyes. Of course it wasnât him. Of course it wasnât him. It takes a long moment for the facts of reality to sink in. Still, she shakes her head, almost vigorously, in refusal.
    âIâm not ready,â she confesses, her voice quiet but heavy with stress. âI canât go back out there if this is how I react-- if, if this is how I feel. I canât-- I canât face Winny or Daddy or even you, Papa, if Iâm still this scared!â Again, she turns away from him, an inch closer to her bedroom. âI canât do this! I donât want to do this! Donât make me... have to go out and face everyone again, after Iâve let them down...â
I'm watching studio ghibli movies at a friend's so I'm a little busy and I won't be home til late but I hope everyone's having a good day!! I'll be home later!! âĄâĄ love you all
    âHey! Youâre Wright, right?â With a blatant disregard for what he may or may not be doing, Summer bounces enthusiastically in his direction until sheâs standing in front of him. Her questions is rhetorical; she could recognize that hair from miles away. She had to meet this law prodigy in person. Satisfied with her successful ambush, she places a friendly hand on his shoulder.Â
    âYouâre not busy, are you? Come on, letâs go get lunch -- my treat! Thereâs nothing wrong with two attorneys hanging out, right?â // @ataeoigiariÂ
lawdadsgalore:Â Â Â Â
   Macyâs always been the cuddliest of Etherâs three dogs, and thatâs saying a lot because all three of them are pretty cuddly.  Theyâre also fantastic guard dogs, ready to growl and bark and snarl and keep the paparazzi at bay when they get too close to the house.  This is private property, god dammit.  Once the dogs had been whining to go out and when Ether did so theyâd made a beeline for some of the bushes beneath one of the front windows, uncovering two men with cameras hiding within the plants and peaking into the house.  Ether had taken their cameras and broken them into pieces, and threatened that if he ever caught them or anyone else on their property again he would tie them up with so much litigation their grandchildren would need lawyers.
      Summer at least shows affection to the dogs, though she hasnât done so much as let them into her room for the past couple weeks.  Progress is progress, though, little as it may be.  He picks the movie, and absently pets Macyâs butt while her tail thumps lazily and she looks to Summer with âplease keep petting meâ pleading eyes.
      He knows she doesnât want to talk, and he doesnât want to force it.  But since sheâs come home heâs been so worried and so curious about the thoughts that must be running through her head.  Sheâs been so angry, so closed off, and he wants to say thatâs unusual but it isnât.  For too long a time he had noticed her growing distant, and the kidnapping seems to just have been the straw that broke the camelâs back.
      He wants to say so much, wants to hold her and tell her it will be alright, whatever hurt sheâs going through whatever pain she feels.
     But he canât.  And he knows he canât.  So he doesnât. Â
     And the movie starts in silence.
    The melancholy redhead shifts and sinks into the sofa, brown eyes staring blankly at the colorful screen. She refrains from looking to her left, as she knows thereâs a needy dog staring at her silently begging her for affectionate contact. She wishes to remain in the emotional state that sheâs in, likely out of pure stubbornness and refusing to give Ether any satisfaction of revoking her depression.Â
    The film begins without a comment or a sound, Summer keeping her head up with the use of a hand. The only noise heard throughout the house could be heard from the television, and an occasional puppyâs whine or body adjustment. Sheâs surprised how long her father has gone without talking. Itâs as though heâs taken on his court persona, perhaps getting ready to interrogate her or waiting for the right moment to pounce. Every so often, her eyes would flicker his way when sheâs positive he isnât looking, suspicious of his intentions despite his earlier words. Maybe Orion had talked him into this, or Winter had pleaded with him. Frankly, she doesnât consider the thought that heâs approached her of his own volition, wanting to cheer her up himself. Her days of being held captive may have been short, but now she feels nothing but paranoia and suspicion. It didnât matter that the central perpetrator was put away; it doesnât stop her feelings that someone else is out to get her.Â
    Suddenly, the door bell rings, signaling that their pizza has been delivered. Summer only moves her eyes to the door, then to Ether. At the moment, he appears to be trapped by Macy with no hopes of escape, so the premium pop star is the one to get out of her seat and head toward the door. She opens it with more will than she did her bedroom door, meeting face to face with a delivery boy who has the advantage of height. He greets her with the pizza boxes and the amount thatâs owed, but he stops after getting a good look at her face.Â
    âWhoa, youâre Summer Rain, arenât you?â he claims excitedly, âWow, itâs been weeks since anyoneâs even heard from you! I guess youâre still on hiatus? When are you coming off of it? I have friends that are really looking forward to your next tour, so if you cancel, theyâll be cru--âÂ
    âSLAM!â goes the door in his face, followed by Summer walking away, seemingly headed for the stairs.Â
lawdadsgalore:
    âHaha, yeah I was thinking the same thing. Itâs a you and me night; letâs keep it that way.â Even if he did enjoy movies with his loved ones in them, if Summer wasnât in the mood then she wasnât in the mood. Ether plopped down onto the edge the couch, plenty of room for Summer to sit far away but enough space for her to be next to him if she wished and dialed their favorite pizza place. He ordered more than the two of them would probably eat by themselves but the dogs had been good and they deserved a little treat.
    Speaking of the dogs, their chocolate lab Mazy suddenly insisted on jumping up onto the couch and laying with her but towards Ether and her face towards the last open area Summer had the option of sitting in. Well, he supposed that was decided, then.
    Remote in hand, Ether began flipping through On Demand movie options. They had plenty of physical dvds as well, of course, but that required getting up.
    âHm⊠how about a classic?â he says aloud, scrolling casually through the options while somewhere far away their pizza is being prepared. âHas me or Daddy ever shown you âHow to Steal a Millionâ? I think youâll like it.â
    Yeah, right. Heâs simply going with the flow of her mood, trying not to upset her so she wonât abscond back into obscurity. She watches as he plops onto the couch, standing aside in debate as to where to sit... until Macy makes up her mind for her. It is astronomically difficult to stay upset with an adorable, well-behaved pup in the room, but Summer holds steadfast. She canât break so easily.Â
    Instead, she takes her seat beside Macy, awkwardly unfolding a hand to gently pat her on the head. The lab nuzzles into her touch, making it all the more difficult to refuse. She pulls her hand away, returning it close to her chest and looking away from the now sad-faced dog. Sheâll make up for it later, she assures herself; she truly canât stay upset with her around. Meanwhile, Ether begins flipping through movie title after movie title, the minimized posters of each one flashing by along with them. She recognizes a good chunk of them (being in a family with two movie actors will pave the way for that to happen), but some look unfamiliar.Â
    âSure,â she agrees, almost absentmindedly, lazing nonchalantly on the sofa. âI donât think Iâve heard of that one.â In truth, sheâs positive she wonât be paying attention to the movie at all, but saying something is better than being nagged at for five plus minutes about which movie sheâd prefer. She just doesnât care. âAnythingâs fine by me, Papa.â
lawdadsgalore:
    Ether is a patient man; though his loud and outgoing personality may suggest otherwise, he is a master of biding his time and waiting for just the right moment to act. With the condition sheâs in now Summer needs a little nudge here and there, but a push would send her running for cover. Itâs got to be patience, understanding, and assurance that heâs on her side.
    Itâs at least progress when she peaks out the door, then opens it further to reveal her full self. Even if she does look like sheâs been through hell and back and it makes his stomach twist into a knot.
    âAfraid youâre right on the money with that one sweet-pea.â Normally he would ruffle her hair, but now isnât confident that it wonât spook her and send her running back into the solitude of her room, so instead he just smiles and begins to lead downstairs.  âIâll order us our favorite pizzas and and some cinnamon rolls for dessert. What do you think you wanna watch?â
    Her sigh is heavy as she exits her room, closing the door behind her in a gesture of defeat. Leaving is not what she wants to do, but she knows, perhaps better than anyone, that Ether will not give in until his goal is reached. She canât help but wonder if Orion put him up to it; feigning concern for the older twin simply to make her feel better. These deprecating thoughts are the only ones that have been running through her mind since her return home. Of course, she speaks to no one about them, as theyâll deny them instantly. Itâs a sign of guilt, she assumes.Â
    Now she hasnât a choice but to follow her father down the stairs, leading to the family room. Summer keeps her arms crossed and her eyes do not make contact. She shows no visible emotion other than blank irritation.Â
    â... Dunno.â She merely shrugs, eyes stationed on the floor. âNothing with Winter or Daddy in it, though.â Their faces were the last ones she wanted to see at the moment, right behind Etherâs. To be frank, itâs nigh possible that sheâll even watch the movie to begin with.Heâs gotten her out of her bedroom, but she wonât satisfy him with more of her cooperation.
lawdadsgalore:
    This wasnât going to be easy; heâd known that from the start. But Ether couldnât just let his daughter rot away in her room. He knows she needs time, time to heal and sort out her thoughts; sheâd been through so much recently. But isolating herself isnât the solution. With the press practically pounding at the door, leaving the house isnât what she needs, but at very least to get out of her room would be the next step.
    âIâm not asking to talk,â he assures calmly.  âDaddy and Winter went out for the evening, so I thought you and I could watch a movie. Whatever movie youâd like. And we could order some pizza, too, and just have a quiet evening together.â That would be the first step, Ether hoped. He wants her to talk, but he wonât make her. Â
    You can never make a witness testify against their will, no matter how hard you try.
    Oh, so the king of this castle took his favorite princess out, and leaves the other home. She canât say sheâs surprised in the least, but she can say sheâs disappointed. Her gaze doesnât at all part from the starry sky, even though she isnât looking at anything in particular. Thereâs a long silence while a heated debate rages on whether or not to allow him entry. Does she want to leave? No, sheâs quite comfortable in her bedroom, just as she has been for the past few weeks. She does not leave unless she absolutely has to.Â
    â...â Rustling could be heard from inside the room, and soon after, the click of a door. Said door opened to reveal a visibly exhausted Summer Star: dark circles under her eyes, her normally buoyant curls sadly drooping down, and her overall body language just screams depression. The expression on her face is a firm one. â... Fine. You wonât give up until I do, anyway, so thereâs no point in fighting. But, being annoying is part of your job description, isnât it?â
    She pretends not to hear the knock on the door.Â
    Summer remains perched by her window, staring into the darkness of the night, wholly wrapped in a pink plush blanket. Her thoughts are elsewhere; certainly not where they need to be. The person behind her door knocks twice as hard, now definitely alerting her that someone wants in. She has a feeling she knows precisely who it is.Â
    âGo away, Papa.â She groans with that classic teenage tinge attached, her head resting against the wall. âI donât wanna talk. No âpeace offeringâ can change my mind.â // @lawdadsgalore / Ether.Â
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