For the first sentence fic thing, "Last time we did this someone almost lost an eye, and yet you're asking me to do it again?"
"Last time we did this someone almost lost an eye, and yet you're asking me to do it again?"
Miles Edgeworth's whinging had absolutely no effect on Franziska, who handed her whip over to Kay Faraday with a blithe smile. "Now, remember --"
"--it's all in the wrist," Kay nodded, serious, letting her shoulder bump against Franziska's, sending a wave of warmth through her that was sharper than the crack of the whip and far more unexpected. "I got it, don't you worry about me."
"You should worry about me instead," Miles groused.
"Do not be so dramatic, Miles Edgeworth," Franziska said imperiously. Her eyes didn't leave Kay for a second, the line of her as she was poised to strike, a model of potential energy. "You are not even in the line of fire."
"I am, however, the one who will be facing the consequences for whatever comes of this."
"Oh, you mean me being awesome?" Kay snapped the whip, not even in the vicinity of her target, and Franziska watched as the blood drained out of Miles Edgeworth's face.
"I wash my hands of this," he eventually decided, and stalked away. Good riddance, in Franziska's opinion; now there was no one distracting her from watching Kay. Ostensibly her form; more accurately, the concentration on her face, almost enough to completely eclipse the mischief, as she stepped up to the line drawn in the sand.
"Ready, Seb?" she asked, and drew the leather taut between her hands. Franziska could feel the echo of it on her own palms, imagining shared warmth even through both of their sets of gloves.
"Okay!" he said, confidently poised in front of the wall, an apple balanced just in front of that strange piece of hair that stuck out from the rest of it.
There was a whistle, and a crack, and a swish; the apple fell to the floor, along with Sebastian Debeste's hair swirl, as though it had been cut with scissors, and he watched it fall with a dismayed expression; and Franziska felt something hook behind her heart and tug.
//send me the first sentence of a fic and i'll write (at least) the next five!
