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milesedqewcrth replied to your post://Ok, canon Athena is like 5′4″. Meanwhile,...

omg she’d be a couple inches shorter than edgeworth, he’s 5'10

//she will be the tollest lawyer other than phoenix tbh.

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"Detective, may I try something?" He murmured shyly almost from his desk, heart thundering in his chest. "I... I quite enjoyed it the first time and I wish to do it again." He bit his lip a little and then he was moving, wasting no time and not pausing for a response. His hand reached up to take hold of Gumshoe's tie and then he was pulling him down until their lips were meeting in a slow, but deep kiss. (going off that first kiss meme we did *sinks back into the dumpster*)

For the next 60 minutes, my muse will let anyone do anything to them without retribution. || get back out of there. it’s trash can, not trash cannot.

Was there even a ‘try’ in this? Although he had to wonder how new all this was to the prosecutor. He didn’t really mind Edgeworth experimenting, if that’s what it was supposed to be. 

Honestly in a sense this all felt very new to the detective too– it was far from his first time kissing someone, but God, oh dear God, he couldn’t begin to describe the excitement, the relief, he’d been silently yearning for so long, he’d been wanting this for years, and he’d spent all this time lying to himself and trying to convince himself that he could get over it, that falling in love with other people would make him forget, and what had finally been whittled down to a gentle candle flame after all this time was now a fire the size of a house.

But getting kissed again was…it meant that last time wasn’t just his imagination, not just some blissful dream, soft skin and tender lips and silver strands that felt like silk against his fingers (if that’s what silk felt like, anyway– he’d never actually touched silk before, but he liked the analogy well enough and the prosecutor’s hair might as well be his official concept of what silk felt like). 

He put his hands on Edgeworth’s waist carefully, trying not to seem so desperate for affection– touch me, hold me, kiss me, love me– and trying to give him the time to do what he wanted to try.

His heart was racing so much his chest might as well burst any second.

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milesedqewcrth replied to your post: //okay so, until we can get a proper...

whooo edgey’s gonna be a wreck. it’s gonna be /great/

//this angst fest will murder everyone and I cannot wait ;a;

I’M SORRY EDGEY THAT YOUR TOTALLY-NOT-HUSBAND-BUT-REALLY-IS-YOUR-HUSBAND PHOENIX IS DEAD LMAO

but jfc now I want angsty edgey and teared up trucy together sobbing-

SOMEONE GIVE ME THIS

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❛ sometimes it physically pains me to hold back my sarcastic comments ❜

‘ Isn’t every comment you make eaither super serious or sarcastic? ‘

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Kiss - Lips && Neck ((i hope this is okay *climbs back into the trashcan*))

Send me “Kiss” Plus a body part and my Muse will react to yours kissing them there || i’m fucking laughing about this because i didn’t even reblog the meme

The detective could think of plenty of ways for the first kiss to have been an accident. The prosecutor tripping as an unfortunate moment and falling face-first toward his partner, or maybe he’d leaned in to kiss his cheek just as the detective turned his head (though he supposed even the cheek kiss would’ve been a little uncharacteristic of his red-suited colleague), or maybe some sort of odd spirit possessed him for a short moment (though that was a little strange in the detective’s mind too– he’d seen how spirit mediums worked when channeling spirits and he was pretty sure this was still Edgeworth).

But in the time that it took for his dazed mind to regroup just enough to ask his partner if he was alright and unhurt and reassure him that accidents happened, Edgeworth’s lips moved and came around to the side, brushing against his neck– just to drive home the point that this was, in fact, entirely voluntary.

It took a considerable amount of effort for him to stay standing when the prosecutor shifted again. Actually his knees felt weak and he made sure to grip Edgeworth’s sleeves in case his legs gave away. And also in case Edgeworth might think he hadn’t liked it otherwise.

“S-S-Sir…?”

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An Old Friend

Phoenix blinked and looked up.

All of ten years of age, he wasn’t usually one to trust strangers, but this one, the one who had led him to this house, seemed...safe. Comforting. The woman had smiled and walked off, and Phoenix had knocked. When the door opened, Phoenix had taken a step back.

“O-oh. Hello, Mr. Edgeworth. You guys moved?”

A pause and another blink, and Phoenix realized his mistake. “Er. Sorry. I...Who are you? You remind me a lot of Miles’s dad. I mean, er, one of my friends’ parents. But you’re not him, now that I’m actually looking. I-I’m sorry if I’m not welcome here.”

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milesedqewcrth replied to your post: //WHOOOPS I BROKE A SCRUB WITH ANGST. ...

we shall band together and break everyone’s hearts

//the mega ultra angst train(tm)