trustworthy heart;

PHOENIX WRIGHT, COUNSELOR, AFFILIATEDIt's now his chance to shine in a different way. It's time to show the world the other ways Phoenix Wright can help.

[wrightish]

d-date night? | @edgeworth

[kanpekinakenji]

"I always figured it was something like that; you know. It was like that when we were children as well." He can feel his cheeks getting warmer as Phoenix played around with his hand; he was still getting used to physical contact…or it was just that he was still wrapping his mind around the fact that he was with Phoenix.

"I’ve been down here a few times, but not for much longer than half and hour. It’s not a bad place by any means; a bit smaller than Los Angles but nice. …And I would say something like that, though a bit of that was in case something like this happened…" He can tell that he’s blushing more when Phoenix kisses him and leaned over to do the same. I still can’t believe that this is really happening, but it is and I’m so happy… Not like he would ever admit this out loud though. 

[wrightish]

With a small chuckle, the shorter nodded. "...Yeah, I don't think as a kid I would put a lot of effort into my hair. Well, unless my mom made me. I doubt she really cared about things like that though." He smiled and they continued to walk a bit more in silence. 

They passed through the town, and he looked in amazement at the stores with toys and the like in them. "Yeah...definitely smaller than L.A....but I like it." He stopped their stroll in the middle of the sidewalk, looking into a jewelry store. "Huh. Their jewelry looks different from our's..." Very off topic from their date, he gestured for Miles to look.

Phoenix pointed at a ring, blue and silver. "I haven't seen something like that before..." He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "...Ah. Off topic, sorry. But it looks cool, right?"

[wrightish]

"Hold up. You're breaking up with me?"

"...I'm breaking up with you, Trucy."

"Hold up. You're breaking up with me?"

"What does it look like? I'm walking out of the door now!"

"W-Wait what!?"

Phoenix awkwardly stood at the door as he saw a person run out of his dorm. (What...just...happened? Was that person...dating...my daughter? Did they just...)

He couldn't process it.

He never had met this person.

Trucy was dating?

Had Trucy dated before?

TRUCY? DATING?

Before he entered the room, he shot his boyfriend a quick text.

to: Miles Edgeworth: I think Trucy just had a break up...didnt know she was dating before...lol...I'll tell you about it at dinner later...

Once he finished with the message, he opened the slightly ajar door and saw Trucy laying on the couch as if nothing happened. He forgot to close the door as he spoke to his daughter.

"Hey Trucy," he set his suitcase down by the coat hanger. "Anything new happen today...? I just saw someone run out of the room, y'know--angry like they had just broken up with my daughter or something."

The daughter in question opened her mouth to speak, and Phoenix sighed. "Trucy, I don't need to hear your side of it--okay? I'm not mad. I'm just a bit disappointed that you didn't tell me."

He walked over to the couch, and the brunette made a spot for him to sit. The defense plopped down, rubbed her head, and then gave her a soft hug.

"I don't know how long you were in the relationship, but next time you should tell me--okay?" She gave him a glance that said 'you wouldn't even let me date,' but he rebutted with, "and no. I'm okay if you date. I even have a boyfriend for myself--."

It seemed appropriate to tell her now. Popping open his phone, he scrolled through his photo roll, and found a photo of Edgeworth's face flushed red as a hand (that looked like the photographer's) tried to feed him a slice of cake. "You know that man very well, Edgew--"

And then he heard someone open the door he forgot to close.

It wasn't someone though, when he stared at the visitor...it was visitors and someones.

"I CALLED IT!!" Ema, Athena, and Kay screamed in unison. "Bring in the money!" Kay added as Apollo and Sebastian seemed to come out of the shadows, fishing out twenty dollars from both of their pockets.

"W-Wait..." Phoenix said, realizing the situation. He looked back at his daughter, smiling. "TRUCY?"

"Silly Daddy, I'm not dating anyone...but it looks like you are!"

[wrightish]

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ COUNSELING BUDDIES || M A Y A

[spiritedfey]

     Maya could not help but bubble with laughter, snatch the bag from Nick, and set out the food upon her desk. Her savior,.. her dearest friend. Seeing Nick, it only meant good to her. Three burgers almost sounded too much but she’d never deny that leftovers would hardly hurt her. Just the scent reminded her of sitting across from Nick at a diner and launching leftover fries at him when he blathered on about cases. Just to see him now was like breathing air fresher than even that of Kurain.

     ”You should be sorry, Nick!” But she’s not serious, pushing his buttons is just a favorite past time.

     ”I’m kidding, of course. It’s really good to see you here, to see you at all. Now there is no need for emails or worrying over calling. There is so much to see and learn here, so much waiting, I look forward to doing it alongside you. You have to catch me up on all the gossip.”  Not that he was typically a hefty source on that matter but with her sly smile directed at him, Maya hardly cared.

     ”Start with yourself, Nick!”

[wrightish]

He tried his best to ignore the smell of burgers wafting towards him, and spoke. "Of course, I've kept all the latest gossip in a box for you," he said light-spirited voice, "but no--you wanna hear about me? There isn't that much, I've dealt with a lot of kids if that's any news--but you know how it works. I can't talk about their issues, I promised. It's a closed door."

"Well...there is that one professor who is honestly a bit scary," Phoenix admitted, "Professor Curtiss--he's a college professor. You'll have to meet him eventually, but I suppose you'll manage. You've dealt with Larry, Franziska--who, by the way, is here too, Edgeworth, and more. I'd be surprised if you couldn't handle Curtiss."

He shrugged and leaned back in his chair. The mood seemed to settle down, and Maya wanted to hear more about him. Letting silence fill the room briefly as he picked out his words, he said, "I'm not really supposed to tell anyone, but I think it's pretty obvious that Edgeworth and I are dating." Phoenix laughed a bit nervously and rubbed his thumbs on nearby fingers. "Nothing really big though, but I suppose you should be the first one to know--right?"

[enchevetrements-blog]

     ”Don’t I? Phoenix, I really—” but her guilt is not his weight to bear and she trails off. She feels stupid for even casting any of it at him in the first place when all she wants is to further make amends. Maybe his question is moving towards that too, maybe they are closer than she believes. It is too optimistic, she knows, yet hope has been her strongest weapon since that trial.

     ”Me? There is so little to share. I haven’t been counting the days, not always, at least, but it won’t be much longer. Is she— Maya— is she still safe and well?”

[wrightish]

He lets out a stifled laugh and manages to nod, "Yeah she's doing alright, still eating my wallet of its money--but fine." Phoenix doesn't feel bad for putting her where she is now--she knows she has to pay the price for what she did. However, when she mentions it, his heart hurts a bit like he's sinned.

"...I'm glad. Maybe we can go out for lunch then--or will you have to return to the temple? I'll see if I can handle being up in those mountains, though after what's happened--probably not. It's too cold, even for a Japanifornian like me."

The brunet runs his left hand through his hair and sighs, "and yeah. I'm completely capable, completely capable of handling myself. If...If anything, I should be worrying about you. Is prison rough, or are they treating you nicely?"

[kanpekinakenji]

Nightmares and Sweet Dreams l Closed l Wrightish

[kanpekinakenji]

Between the time he texted Phoenix and hearing the sound at the door to his dorm, he’s tried to calm down, but it’s no use though he’s at least managed to not let his sobbing get out of control. Though when he hears the door unlock, he thinks that giving Phoenix a spare key to his dorm was worth it.

Phoenix’s words and kiss help calm him down a bit; he’s trying to keep himself from breaking, but he knows he’s not going to be able to hold himself together much longer because of how much that nightmare hits home.

When he feels the bed shift as Phoenix slides himself onto the bed, he doesn’t hesitate to reach out to practically pull Phoenix onto the bed, wrap his arms around him, bury his head into Phoenix’s chest and finally lets out the emotions he was holding back.

"Please…Stay with me…Phoenix…" he manages to get out in-between his sobs. He doesn’t care that he’s an emotional mess right now, the person he trusts the most is here, making sure he’s safe…and he’s immensely relived. Phoenix always makes him feel safe…though if he ever were going to admit that out loud was a different story.

[wrightish]

The cries and pleads of Miles cause Phoenix to grasp him harder, just for the sake of the prosecutor to feel like he's being protected and safe. He knows what it feels like to be all alone when something horrifying happens, to feel like everything is going wrong, and life spinning out of control. Of course he cannot sympathize with every square inch of Miles's nightmare, but at least he understands.

He was the one who solved the mystery of The Nightmare, and Phoenix felt like not only was it his responsibility as a lover-- but as the one who shoved the truth into Miles's face-- to take care of the other in a time like this. He is now seeing a vulnerable side of his boyfriend, and he is glad yet secretly terrified because he doesn't know what to do.

The defense laces his hands in between the hairs at the top of the other man's neck, leaning into the crook of his neck. He does not know what to say in this situation, so he thinks about the selection of words carefully before speaking.

"Of course," he says in a benign voice, "I'd never leave your side, I'll be here for eternity." Phoenix plants a small kiss in the crevice of the professor's neck. "I love you and know that you are strong, Miles." He uses the name that is somewhat foreign to him to show emphasis, and rubs his free hand quietly along the spinal cord--tracing, remembering this hold. This is the only way the counselor knows how to protect his lover, and he hopes it works.

Tears from the professor's cheek stream down onto Phoenix's sweater, but he isn't disgusted. He's quieting down, Phoenix thinks, good. I hope he knows that I care. With a soft smile, that is somewhat dull from the unforeseen awakening at the middle of the night, he speaks.

"Do you want to go back to sleep? I understand if you don't want to sleep after this. Don't think you have to sleep because I want to, Miles, I'll stay up with you if you want. We can talk about things, like we did on those sleep overs, remember?"

He continues pouring out words, hopefully calming down the silver even more. Phoenix hates when Miles's not feeling right--because it stresses him out too. He wants everything to actually be alright.

"I remember when we used to go around in my mother's garden," he chuckles very quietly, "--'Niñito tonto!' my mom would giggle. 'Why are you in my flowers? I told you not to hang out there, boys!' We picked flowers for each other. Maybe one day I'll request for a day off--we can go picking flowers. I can ask the college romantics that hang out around the halls during class hours where to find flower fields." 

[kanpekinakenji]

Nightmares and Sweet Dreams l Closed l Wrightish

He awakes with a scream and a jolt. He can feel his heart pounding and tears running down his cheeks.

Again…?!

He always wakes up from that nightmare like this. Though the real question is why? Why has that nightmare returned after all this time?

Because his father is here, alive. There’s a chance he can lose him again, and that thought terrifies him.

He can feel more tears threatening to fall and his breath is coming shakily. He can’t deal with his alone - as much as he wishes to - and there’s only one person he feels he can turn to for this.

Grabbing his cell phone from the nightstand, he turned it on and scrolled through his contacts until he found the one he needed and typed out the message.

Phoenix…

I…they’re back…

Please…come. I…need you.

He hit ‘send’ and lied back on the bed, trying to calm himself.

Please Phoenix…Get here soon…

[wrightish]

He hears the phone buzz, it's early in the morning--so whatever is happening has to be urgent. Phoenix rolls over in his bed and looks at his phone, seeing the three text messages. They're from "Miles Edgeworth," and it's not everyday that he gets a text message so early in the morning from him.

"..." He stares quietly at the message, and realizes the urgency of the situation. The brunet sits up, slips on an overcoat, slides out of his door, peers into his daughter's room (and whispers "Truce, I'm gonna go out real quick--if I'm not home by 6 AM, please go to school. Don't miss out, 'kay?"), and then dashes out of his dorm. His lover's room is in another dorm, not too far away. But as he runs in the frigid weather, it feels like years before he gets to the door. 

The former defense walks in, takes the elevator, and gets off on the 6th floor. He's always found it peculiar that his boyfriend insisted on having a floor on one of the higher levels, as he had a fear of elevators, but did not question it.

Once Phoenix gets to Miles's door, he takes out his key ring from his pocket. He grabs the key with a piece of paper that has a tiny heart drawn on it and opens the door. He scurries through the hallway and opens up the door that is his significant other's bedroom.

Phoenix sits besides Miles, who's laying on the bed, and whispers, "Hey...hey, it's alright. I'm here." He hasn't gotten the slightest clue on what "they" are, or who "they" are--but does it matter? He has to be here for Miles.

But then it hits him.

It's December 4th. That happened during this month.

Slowly realizing what "they" is, he puts a gentle hand onto Miles's back and coos, "It's fine...it's fine, you'll be alright..."

He places a soft kiss on Miles's forehead and whispers, "Come on, let me hop onto the bed..alright?" Phoenix flashes a soft smile and says, "I'll have cuddle time with you, Miles. You looooove cuddle time, right?" He slowly slides himself onto the bed.

[wrightish]

(#NOT SA) a meeting.

[verteufelts]

     He enters the ‘restaurant’ and a brief shiver runs down his spine. Why anyone on the face of the planet would insist on chilling customers to the bone was beyond Kristoph but he was in no proper mind to question it, that had nothing to do with the constant visits he paid though it certainly would have made them more comfortable. Rather he tucked well cared for hands into his coat pockets and approaches his incentive with head high, little smile firm in place, dancing even in his eyes.

     It is a complete disconnect from his disdain for the actions of the other man. Phoenix Wright, disbarred at Kristoph’s own hands, and his dear friend. The smile was not entirely false, seeing Phoenix in this position, somewhat compliant with Kristoph… there was a victory in that and that made seeing Phoenix a joy. However, the loud tinkering of keys in quite poor taste were another story and he had to wonder if it was meant to strike a nerve… or if he was truly this bad. Kristoph had expressed his sentiments once or twice— it would not be unlike Phoenix to challenge them regardless of how close they supposedly were.

     Yet the smile he wore was unwavering and his contentment to see Phoenix like this always tended to overpower any annoyances.

     ”Ah— Phoenix. A pleasure as always to see you. Perhaps you will one day take me up on that offer to buy you piano lessons.  You could make a tidy sum as a real pianist, you are aware?” And his eyes crinkle, a little chuckle and a broader grin from Kristoph.

     ”It would be a far more reputable position than this.” And he gives a little gesture to the venue before sitting near to Phoenix, careful eyes scanning the facility before landing at Phoenix, watching intent.

     ”You are very kind to ask, even if it is to live vicariously. We have taken on a few small  clients here and there though assuredly, nothing to write home about. It may not all be lost, I believed in you for a reason.” And though he does not wish to encourage Phoenix to pursue anything other than a different career entirely- and anything that will keep him from connecting Kristoph to it all- his words then are honest for he knows the truth.

     The way he weaves lies is simple for with Phoenix, they are often not anything of the sort. A carefully constructed cover-up formed by genuine thoughts, the kinds of emotions he knows are associated with them and the ones that assure others… he is all too versed in this game.

[wrightish]

Phoenix does not know of his game, the things Kristoph had organized--not yet, he's too muddled in his thoughts. He's swimming in a pool of guilt, misery, and most of all his reality. The reality he is in is too much to bear, it would take more than belief to get him to feel better. Just like in the passed court room days, he would need solid evidence.

Perfect, solid evidence.

He closes his eyes with a soft laugh, which comes out more like a sigh of a man who's given up. Phoenix would never give up losing his badge, the other should know that much well. No matter how much Kristoph would persuade him, he would never fall in. His badge meant more than any other human being's life.

"...You know that I don't like when people buy me things," he had stated it many times before when Kristoph offered one of the newest drinks at the bar or even new clothes. "I think my piano playing is just fine...all the customers say so themselves.

"And the Borscht Bowl is fine, thank you. Don't you agree that the Borscht tastes much more than cardboard? The small amount of customers that they bring in...it's the perfect amount for me to take naps in between." The nights he stayed up working late shifts for those who wanted a late night game, it was indescribably painful. Even as a lawyer, he may have slept at his office a few nights, but at least he got some sleep. At the "restaurant" he was lucky if he could even blink some nights.

Why Kristoph offers the "real" pianist job, he doesn't care--he figures the defense attorney only wants the best for the former. "It's been slow for everyone, huh?" he says with a shrug. "Even for me. No one wants to hear a broken-up lawyer play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."

[guidingfey-blog-blog]

Old Friends, New Places

[guidingfey-blog-blog]

Luck, both good and bad, did seem to flock to Phoenix’s side. Mia couldn’t help but remember the first time they met. Phoenix had been ‘lucky’ (or unlucky) enough to encounter Dahlia. The young woman had proceeded to manipulate him, trapping him so deeply in a relationship that he was unable to see the truth, not matter what Mia had exposed. Phoenix had even swallowed a bottle that had once held poison in it for her sake! 

Somehow Phoenix had been spared any lasting physical harm from the incident. Emotionally on the other hand - well, Phoenix had changed significantly during his pursuit of his badge. Mia had been glad to help him, but also sad as she realized how much he guarded his heart. 

Mia couldn’t help but nod to herself in satisfaction as Phoenix talked about his daughter. Phoenix clearly loved Trucy dearly. She didn’t have any memories of her own father - her mother had some sort of arrangement to have children - but she could remember the pride in her mother’s eyes. That was the same sort of pride she saw in Phoenix’s eyes now.

"I can remember being a teenager. It’s a difficult time. Does she had any idea what she wants to study?" 

[wrightish]

He didn't talk about Dahlia all that much anymore. Her name on his tongue felt like a scalding hot piece of metal being tossed into his mouth. Occasionally to his daughter he spoke indirectly about the red haired lady, reminding her that "don't go out with any women or men--before we do a background check. If he or she has a name change, we're not going to let you date them, okay? I have experience."

With a sigh, at the mention Trucy's career choice, he put a finger to his head and scratched it absentmindedly. "I don't know," he admitted, "I really don't want her to think that she has to go into law for my sake. I don't know if you remember me telling you about my mother way back then...how she wanted me to go into art, but it's really stressful."

"It's not good...or at least I think it's not good to force Trucy to do what I want. I want her to carry on the law firm, but if she doesn't...it's alright. I can hope for Apollo or Athena's children to carry on the firm. I don't want my hard work to go to waste, you know?" It'd be even better if both of them got married and then had children, it would ensure the business's security. Not that he would force them to get married either, he wanted them to do what they wanted to do. He felt like...their second fathers too.

"I know she wants to carry on the Gramarye name in reality. She wants to be a magician, make the magic business remember the Trucy Engimar Wright. To take on two businesses at once--one where you have to travel all the time, unlike mine which leaves you mostly stationary and always prepared for your next client...wouldn't that be too hard for her?" He looked at his former boss for a bit of wise words, and let out a larger sigh.

It wasn't like he didn't have confidence in Trucy to be able to handle both, it was just that...he didn't want to imply such a thing on her.

[forensiclove]

Children at Heart | Closed | Phoenix

Throughout the length of the party, Ema had seen various people of different ages dressed up. This made her feel slightly glad, her decision to dress up was one that took much pondering over before reaching. It was strange to be participating in something usually only children would, though it seemed many people didn’t care much about that. That fact alone made her confidence boost ever so slightly, as she did put in time and effort into her costume.

Upon seeing him at the party, Ema was surprised to see that Phoenix too had decided to go in costume. The fact that he was wearing a mask didn’t really mean you couldn’t recognize him, you’d have to be blind not to notice that spiky hair of his. Since this party was to celebrate a holiday that was half based on tricks, an idea came to mind. Quietly she sneaked towards the unsuspecting defense attorney.

“Mr Wright!!”  exclaimed the detective after successfully sneaking behind him, a wide smile plastered on her face. That was unnecessarily fun, she now understood why Kay enjoyed doing it so much. “What are you up to, Mr. Wright?”

[wrightish]

He jumped, and yelped a bit at the voice--but he knew exactly who it was. It was the famous Ema Skye, his former assistant and now college student once again.

Phoenix turned around and tipped his head forward in greeting. He was surprised that the forensic-crazed detective would dress up, but then again--there was a lot of surprising things in Ema's life. 

The counselor gave her a huge smile and said, "It's been awhile hasn't it Ema? I've been counseling as of late, it's more fun than it looks."

"I heard you're a college student again? I wish I could go back to college," he snorted, "minus the whole deal about Prosecutor Edgeworth ignoring me and all. A fun, nice...non-stressing college life."

He almost began to reminiscence when he remembered that he had a conversation to attend to. "So Ema," he said, "what's your college life like? Found Apollo yet?"

[guidingfey-blog-blog]

Table for Two | Closed | Phoenix

[guidingfey-blog-blog]

"Apparently they used the same outfit used in a play a couple years ago," Mia explained. "Makes sense that it isn’t meant for actually waitress - it’s not very practical." 

If anything, the costume seemed to be the inverse of practice, really.

"Don’t worry, I won’t encourage anyone to go to that restaurant. I doubt they could, as long as they’re on campus - and I don’t hate anyone that much."

Mia paused, looking over Phoenix’s costume, not quite able to place it. “Are you the Phantom of the Opera?” 

[wrightish]

"I'm...uh, Dark Phoenix," Phoenix scratches his head before remembering his signature move. He takes out a few cards, lodged in between his fingers and whips it out of his pocket, "savior of Seeker's Academy. Bringing justice by putting down those who don't obey the laws."

He wouldn't admit to Mia that a few girls, who for some reason always dropped by his office, had made him this costume. They were squealing when he put it on. Phoenix thought it was pretty cool.

"And good," he says in a dark voice, "or I'd have to put you down--you'd be doing a huge crime, giving people the address to that bad restaurant, madame." He snorts and changes back to his normal voice, putting his cards back into his pockets.

"Do you like the party so far? My daughter's running it," and with the mention of Trucy, he grins a bit.

[perceptivemagician-blog]

Reunited | Daddy | Closed

[perceptivemagician-blog]

Trucy threw herself into her daddy’s arms, hugging him tightly. She really had missed him. She buried her face into his shirt, tears welling momentarily in her eyes. She had been worried - no, scared! - when he had vanished suddenly from the office without a word. He had promised her he wouldn’t disappear.

But he had.

And then Athena and Polly had gone missing too. Trucy had been all alone and that had terrified her. It reminded her of the days after her first daddy had vanished, when she had sat in their apartment, wondering what would happen to her. She had taken care of herself, of course - Daddy was often busy with his magic performances so she had to get her own food sometimes - but it had been lonely. 

Her first daddy had promised that he would pick her out a new daddy, someone who was good and kind and would take care of her after he vanished. She had been very careful not to give away the secret of his disappearance, but she missed him.

Her new daddy was everything she could have dreamed of and more. Trucy loved him with all of her heart. 

She didn’t ever want to lose him. 

"I asked the Headmistress not to tell you I was here yet, but I should be officially enrolled later this afternoon!" Trucy explained, backing out of the hug a bit so she could look at her father while they talked. "I’m really excited though! This place has magic, real magic! I’m going to learn so much and make the Gramarye name even more famous!” 

She bounced on her heels, an excited smile on her face, her tears of relief carefully hidden. “So, what classes can I take?” 

[wrightish]

He never liked the Gramarye name, not after what Zak did--leaving his young daughter in his arms. Phoenix knew that he wasn't his daughter's first father-- Zak was, but it still pained him every time he hugged Trucy or heard that name escape her lips. Zak Gramarye wasn't a good father, not like Phoenix was. Phoenix cared for Trucy to the best of his possibilities. He would never disappear on her. (Of course the trip to Seeker's didn't count, because he knew that Apollo (or Athena) would send fliers and throw her his way eventually.)

The brunet released the hug and gave his young a laugh. "I'm glad you surprised me, you know how much I love surprises," that wasn't all true--most of his past surprises were getting hit by cars, falling off of bridges, and losing his attorney badge. But he was going to be sweet and happy, because he wanted to make his daughter smile.

"Don't do any dangerous, blowing-up-the-office kind of magic alright?" He raised an eyebrow at the thought of his daughter exploding the office. It had almost happened more than once, but luckily Apollo and Athena were there with 911 on speed dial. "If you learn any extra cool tricks," he added with a simper, "make sure you share with me, alright? If it's cool enough, maybe I'll go on stage with you."

He would never go on stage, no he hated the stage even though he had made a few quirks about "I should've been an actor" in the past--it was hard for him to stand on stage without thinking of how he had to surpass his own father if he took on acting. He shook that thought off with a glance at his daughter, bouncing her heels happily.

"Classes?" he said tuning back into the present, "well...there's a lot. I mean, we'd have to go inside and pick from the high school courses. I'm sure I can throw in a college magic course--I can just blame it on Linda." He smirked to himself and thought, (Just like I blame things on Apollo.) He gestured for Trucy to take a seat and walked to his own.

[enchevetrements-blog]

     ”Phoenix…"She ought to be happy now, this she knows. The truth has come to light, forgiveness seemed to be her friend… but seeing him upset like this, it reminds her of when she did the same to him.

     ”What is wrong? Phoenix, what can I do?”

[wrightish]

"You don't have to worry for me, Iris," he says quietly. Every time he sees her his stomach does non-stop flips, and he wants to throw up. He gives her the kindest smile possible, but he feels exhausted just staring at her.

All those memories of the past are being tossed around in his head.

"I'm more curious about. . .heh--what's up with you? I mean it's been awhile since we last talked, right?" He's nervous and feels like he has to divert the introduction to something else--anything but the past.

[therealyatagarasu-deactivated20]

it’s all wright, ‘kay? // closed // wrightish

[therealyatagarasu-deactivated20]

Kay startled a bit, surprised by the sudden door opening. Damn, and she’d prepared herself for that, too. She was even more caught off guard at what the man was saying. She’d been about to tell him why she was there, but then…

"Okay," she mumbled, slipping into the room quickly. It’s definitely a nice setup, she thinks. Nicer than most counselors’ offices. And that couch really did look soft…. Couldn’t hurt to stay a while. Besides, she was kind of having some difficulties in the homesickness area.

"Well, I came to ask if you were my counselor….but I think I do actually need a session…."

[wrightish]

"Well it doesn't matter if I'm your counselor then," he gave her a simper and a chuckle, "I'll be willing to give you a session any time--as long as, er, it's not during Professor Curtiss's class, y'know? He's not very approving of them. . .his death glares are kind of scary." 

Phoenix walked over to the couch and grabbed an empty manila folder off the top of the overflowing pile on one end of the couch. "Sorry about the mess," he snorted as he went to his chair and sat down. "Do you mind if you tell me your name, age, where you came from, and what grade you're in?" He grabbed a pen from his desk and prepared to jot down her name.

[wrightish]

(#NOT SA) a meeting.

It was not often that Phoenix would receive visitors, not in this frigid hell hole of a restaurant. No one would want to travel to such a trashy location unless they planned on hearing a terrible pianist grieving the loss of something more important than good music--so he knew exactly who to expect when the footsteps reverberated along the walls of the basement. 

"Kristoph, it's been awhile," he sneered at the lawyer who appeared at the stairwell, and waved languidly to a chair--one of the many empty chairs in the room. "I can't believe you left me here to rot, all alone," he pouted teasingly and then turned around to play a tune. Phoenix knew Kristoph hated it, but it made their friendship all the better.

While he "played" (it seemed to be more like "slam the life out of lifeless keys") the piano he began to speak in a loud voice. "What's your law firm taking lately? I miss the sweet brass badge I once had--so you have to paint me a picture of what's going on," he began to play with a little less force, but all the while he managed to make it sound even worse.

verteufelts

[wrightish]

⌆

⌆ for a story about their family/home life of the past

Lately things had not been going well, Miles had left and Larry was too busy with his mom and dad’s problems. Something about splitting up, Larry had said—his dad had done something wrong. An affair was it?

Phoenix was concerned for his friend, but he had to worry for himself too. His mother was too busy in an art exhibit in Atlanta for him to call (“Contemporary art isn’t too popular right now,” she had told him nervously, “but the cool contemporary art center…remember, Phoenix? I took you there when you were itty-bitty—they asked me to come for a week to show my art. Maybe mama will get a sale! I won’t be gone for long, cariño, so please don’t stress?”). Her show started at 8:00 PM on the east coast, and it was 5:00 PM in California. That means that. . .it's. . .8:00? He was never really good at math.

He sighed, he wanted to call dad…but Dad was probably at work too. Phoenix stared at the clock, his dad would be home by 7:00pm--his show ended at 4:00, but he had to do other business stuff. He’d probably be starving by seven.

The young boy’s father was an actor on stage. He loved theatre and all—but he felt that acting wasn’t meant for him.

His dad, however, told him that it was alright if he didn’t like acting. Mama always wanted him to get into abstract expressionism (which he never understood. Mr. Liberman’s art looks like a bunch of paint splatters and squares, he would murmur to himself as he looked in his mom’s replica art pieces hung in her art room for inspiration), photorealism (I could never draw like this! Phoenix would scream in shock every time he stared at the photos hung up in his mother’s bathroom. They looked like they came straight out of a photo!), or surrealism (he failed to understand the concept of surrealism too, it looked a bit too unrealistic…for him). Phoenix was very much interested in art, but he never wanted to pursue it as a career.

The brunet looked out the window, chin resting on his hands, and murmured, "Maybe I should call Miles. . .maybe he'll respond?" He grabbed the land line phone and punched a few numbers in. His father found it "adorable, too cute, absolutely heart warming" that he had memorized the other young boy's number but still didn't know how to turn decimals into fractions.

"The number you have called cannot be reached at this moment, please leave a voice message after the beep," the telephone droned. Phoenix let out a large sigh and hung up the phone. Maybe he would go and draw a contemporary art piece for Mama. She'd be happy that he was taking an early start at his art career.

[wrightish]

Send me a Symbol

✉: For a regular text message from my muse.

♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.

✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).

☎: For a drunk phone call.

☏: How about a voice message from my muse?

♥: The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you're allowed to specify what you want.

∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.

☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.

☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.

♪: I've put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on.

♬: Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.

♛: My muse is royalty for a day and you are their loyal subject- wait, what? What would my muse's reaction be to this idea?

♚: You are my master- hold on. What if my muse was the loyal subject, how would this go?

✖: Your muse is drowning in the bathtub when mine walks into the bathroom.

☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.

❂: My muse is clumsy and crashes into yours.

✈: Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.

☢: It's too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down?

ϟ: There's a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?

☂: It's pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs?

✧: Our muses went to eat out- where?

★: The stars are shining beautifully and my muse wants you to see them.

☾: It's in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?

☼: The sun is shining bright and your muse got the bright idea of going out, does my muse agree with this?

☄: My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?

♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?

☻: Your muse got sunburnt, my muse didn't- how'd it happen and how'll mine help?

♒: Our muses are at the beach together, by accident or not, and yours was a bit too close to the waves- will my muse laugh or perhaps be helpful?

♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what's my muse's reaction?

◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?

✘: Scars aren't very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.

✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how'll my muse ever thank them?

[wrightish]

i owe...

Kay F. (Intro.)

Mia F. (Halloween/Intro.)

Ema S. (Halloween)

Lana S. (Intro.)

Luke F. (Intro.)

Trucy (Intro./also a second thread if you wanna plot)

Maya F. (Intro.)

Jade C. (Halloween)

(NON-SA) Kristoph G. (Starter)

(NON-SA) Iris H. (Intro.)

If you owe me, I hope you know that you owe me, and if I've missed you--let me know. Don't forget that you always can drop me a line if you want to plot a thread! I won't be doing starter calls until Winter Break rolls around, so I apologize if you wanted a greeting starter. I'm starting up a new muse so I don't really want to make him too Phoenix-y.