#edgeworth01

[twisting-axioms]

@demonprosecution; from here

Simon is frantically trying to remove the evidence of his breakdown when the door opens, and he's been caught black-handed (his tears have smudged his eyeliner far more than usual, and wiping his eyes transferred it onto his hand) by Edgeworth, of all people.

His lips are already poised to claim that nothing is wrong, when Edgeworth shuts that down altogether. Simon knows when he's been had, and as tempting as it is to weave some grandiose lie about his feelings… Edgeworth is entitled to the truth.

It takes him a long time to answer; he sets his cheek upon his hand and looks away before he ultimately mutters, “I’ve been having flashbacks… about prison…” He sighs and reaches to wipe away the lingering dampness in his eyes before he continues, “My apologies. I had not meant to worry you.”

[perfektionists]

Turnabout Siblings

A tree’s broad leaves provide ample shade from the sun as the von Karma siblings sit silently, backs straight against the wooden bench as they watch the curved path which connects one end of the park to the other. They are not far from Franziska’s apartment, though Miles will not receive an invitation to visit her current home.

She placidly tears a small piece of bread and tosses it to the ground, listening to the gentle coos of the pigeons who gather to devour their meal. Franziska does not look at her little brother. They communicate through their unspoken understanding which allows them to acknowledge each other’s presence without engaging in the ridiculous idle chatter required of so many others’ company. For a while, the creaking of swings and the song of birds is all that keeps them from resting in complete quiet. Then, Franziska speaks.

“You are old now, little brother.”