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[divineoath-a]

[Maybe it’s time for me to fall in love...] //here you go, something more INTENSE

↬ ──Love-ly sentence starters ;; ACCEPTING

   ღ── BREATH CAUGHT in her throat.Golden gaze was quickly SHOT over to him, a clear window to her mix of feelings at his words. Hands clutched one another tightly as she tried to collect herself, heart now racing. Words failed her, unable to find their way past the lump of nerves forming in her throat.

              TIME TO FALL IN LOVE. She was but a supportive childhood friend, right ?? He was ready to finally find someone to settle with, to share his heart with-- right ?? Body shifted, hiding her face from him as she allowed his words to nestle in with her own doubt and fears. While he unknowingly held her delicate heart, his was still free to be handed off to the one meant for him. Not for one he grew up while she seemed to never age with their differences in species.

              HOW SILLY she had been to believe there could even be hope between them. No... they were FRIENDS and she should simply be happy with that. It was time for him to fall in love... She couldn’t keep desperately grasping at the hope they could possibly be more than they were. Still, no matter how much it may hurt, she owed him her support. They were close friends and even if he found another, her heart would always be his. She just wanted him happy... Lips forced into a gentle smile, her pain immediately pushed back to allow a cover to make its way on her features.

          “ I... suppose it is... I will support you no matter who it is. As long as they are good for you and make you happy. I will cheer you on. ” From the sidelines, where she belonged. She could at least pretend to be happy if he was happy. That would make the pain of losing him much easier to manage.

[justwhellmed-a]

                           “ we’ll stand  together  even in  life  and death.”                                                     “ death probably. ”                                                     “ death for sure. ”

[slxyerr]

“I promise I wasn’t gone too long...? Heheh...”

[glitteringworlds]

This is all Liz's fault. Short drabble about Miles Edgeworth, with some minor T&T spoilers (just for the start of the last case)

He spends most of his life with an asterisk hanging over his head. Because he's learned, when someone stops by his office after a big case and huffs out "was this the worst week of your life or what," he is supposed to nod and smile sympathetically.

(He may not be good at social cues but he knows that much, he knows better than to say, no, no the worst week of my life happened a long time ago, the worst week of my life started with an earthquake and lasted for fifteen years)

So instead, he decides, it will be his asterisk, his own little notation, scratched into every day of his life, hanging over every tired evening. The worst but not really, bad but not that bad.

A quiet part of him wonders (fears) that there will come a day without an asterisk.

(When he gets the call from Larry in the middle of the night, the way his stomach drops out from him, the way his insides cave in, the rush of adrenaline that doesn't wear off until an hour into his flight, are too familiar. But by the end of the day he has seen Phoenix, dark circles under his eyes, demon-warding hood hanging down over limp shoulders, and the asterisk is still there, and he thinks that this may be the first time he has ever been glad of it)

When he was a boy, he faintly remembers that sometimes when things wouldn't go well in the mornings before school, when Miles would spill milk down the front of his shirt, or slip and bang his knee on the stairs, his father would wrap an arm around his shoulders and tell him

"Just look at it this way. This is probably the worst thing that will happen to you today. Things can only get better from here."

(but that wasn't a guarantee. He had stubbed his toe on his way to the courthouse that morning, and yet)

(and yet)

[doctopus]

i forgot i was reading a fic