aj-arc phoenix wright
legends never die
(Source: 26381)
Nope. Sure haven’t!
He supposes it shouldn’t surprise him; Phoenix has been coming up with ‘secret missions’ left and right to keep himself occupied since the MASON system’s debut. It’s sad, really; a man like Phoenix Wright needs to be able to problem-solve just as he does, and the courtroom was an ideal environment for both of them.
It was the legal system that brought them together and it feels wrong that Phoenix isn’t part of that any more. Then again, in his own way, he’s more a part of it now than he ever was before. He’s Phoenix Wright—Ace Attorney, Living Legend—and he’s really gone this much out of his way for a man who didn’t return his letters for over a decade.
“Of course I do.” He leans back in his chair to be a little closer, drying his eyes one more time before looking up at him from where he sits. “Thank you. Thank you…”
He turns away and gazes back down at the image of his father. He’s never worn jewelry in his life but he knows immediately that he’ll wear this. It would be wrong not to; without exaggerating even a little, it’s the most meaningful gift anyone could have possibly given to him. Slowly, his eyes leave his father’s face and fix on the image in the other frame. Phoenix Wright and the little girl he took in—
(because she had nobody else, because it was the right thing to do, because Phoenix Wright has been taking sad children under his wing since day one, even sad children who are 24 years old, glaring at them through the plastic window in the Detention Centre and telling them to go, just go—)
his family.
“Can you fasten it for me?” he asks, closing the locket and holding it up to him. “If I wear it under my cravat, nobody will notice anyway.”
Seeing Edgeworth like this definitely makes it all worth it. In these moments where the layers of composure peel apart just enough… Yes. It’s always worth it. Since day one, it’s been worth it.
He reaches down to take the locket. While it’s fairly light, there almost seems to be a warm weight with it now. Phoenix is sure Trucy will be pleased to hear that it’s been well-received, having been the one to help him pick out the pictures to fit inside it. Perhaps she’d even agree that Christmas itself will easily pale in comparison to the gratitude evident in Edgeworth’s voice.
Phoenix steps behind his chair to rest the locket around his neck and beneath the white silk of his cravat. He fastens the chain and lets his fingertips brush just gently there in wordless fondness. ”There. Now we match.”
For a moment, he’s quiet again. He makes to loop his arms slowly around his neck in something of a makeshift embrace so he can lean his head to the side of his. The ex-attorney’s eyes are closed, content. ”Merry Christmas, Miles.” There’s a pause as he tilts his face enough to kiss his cheek. ”We love you.”
Not just “I”— No, it’s “we.” A family.
And to think I was going to share some with you.All the more for you then.
Some of us like eating food that doesn’t taste like processed plastic mixed with sugar. One of these days I’ll take you out somewhere that serves real pudding. Then you’ll see.
Looks like it.
But that plastic after-taste has some nice “zing” to it.
Real pudding, though? Heh. Sounds like a date, then. We’ll see if this glamorous pudding lives up to these high expectations of mine.
At first, I wasn’t such a big fan. But now? It’s really grown on me. Nothing hits the spot quite like it.
Hey, whaddya know? A pudding-craving’s hitting me as we speak.
