itshinesinmysoul:
[He didn’t give a damn about this now. Why doing that! He was too busy to think about it. His lips moved sightly against the other boy’s feeling the warmth, the deliciousness, the divine.
Suddenly he let go their hands and he wrapped his arms around his torso, taking him even closer.
He didn’t care about the past. He loved this present. And he didn’t want to think about the future because it seemed scary.]
Miles seems to have given up all thought on anything other than Phoenix, so the latter does the same. He obeys to Edgeworth’s actions, moving forever closer and almost clutches on to his arms. He’s never been good at holding his breath, though, so the younger of the two pulls away, panting and resting his head on the elder’s shoulder.
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itshinesinmysoul:
[He blushed really heavily, doubtful about what to do.
He knew, someday he had to do this. Why did the other boy just act like that? It was so confusing. He didn’t know…he liked him. Maybe he did?
He had to make sure.
As soon as the other man removed his lips from his own, he decided to lean in and catch them again, kind of stickily, as he kept holding his hands softly.
The park was lonely, and they were the only ones there. The only possible sound there was the gentle wind blowing.]
He returns the second kiss without a moment of hesitation; he wonders how he’s gotten from thinking he hated Miles to being here, happily kissing his childhood friend, but he doesn’t really mind. He tugs on the prosecutor’s hands as if signalling for him to step closer, intertwining their fingers. Yeah, it might be a bit cliché, but he’s thinking of more important things now; things like where this is going to lead them.
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itshinesinmysoul:
[As Phoenix’s face came closer to his, Edgeworth’s face turned redder with every centimeter, like if he was a torch coming closer to the melting ice that was his own face.
The rookie was feeling really overwhelmed, gently feeling the student’s lips brushing his’.
How could he be doing this? How was it possible? He didn’t know.
He just knew he was about to faint of overwhelm.]
Phoenix only pulls away as slowly as he had gone forwards, but there is some small voice that tells him yes, that was the right thing to do and for once he listens to it. His eyes search Miles’ but he doesn’t find anything other than disbelief and it makes him smile slightly. Many questions linger on his lips but he disregards them for now, waiting for his companion to say something, anything.
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itshinesinmysoul:
[He saw himself on an impasse. He wanted to tell him so badly, but his throat wasn’t letting any word come out, so he just opened his mouth and emited a dead, hesitantly sound, not sure what to say.
What to do? He didn’t know.]
I-I’m alright, I promise.
[He calmed down a bit, feeling horrible because he was lying to the person he loved the most, but trying not to worry him the sightlest bit.]
I’m OK.
[Friends…yeah, friends. Like if he ever wanted them to be something more than friends.]
He’s frustrated. He’s frustrated because of this new feeling, because of Miles’ reluctance, because he doesn’t know what to do—
well.
There is… one thing…
It’s only ever-so-slowly that his hand slips around the outline of the prosecutor’s face, landing at the back of his head and pushing the two of them closer than they ever had been, Phoenix’s lips meeting Miles’.
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itshinesinmysoul:
[He felt like a hurt child at that moment. The way Phoenix was whipping out his tear and taking his face…He seemed so motherly.
He sniffled silently, letting him do whatever he wanted, not growling or feeling bothered about it.]
I…I-I’m alright…
[Standing with him was painful but he thought it was worth the suffering. He loved him with all his soul, didn’t he?
He wanted to tell him nobody showed him affection in so much time. And that he felt comforted with all of this. But his throat closed, not letting any noise come out.]
“But you’re not alright.”
His smile shifts to an unsatisfied frown. “You can talk to me, Miles. After all, we’re friends.” But why does that hurt him? It’s like Miles is leading the poor boy in to a Maze of confusion. “I want to know what’s wrong.” He makes sure to not let any ‘please’s slip.
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itshinesinmysoul:
[The prosecutor felt really awkward. They were so close to each other but so far away at the same time…
He wanted to hug him like he wanted, to kiss his lips and to tell him he was the most beautiful thing in the world, to lose himself on his arms and never let him go from his side, but…
He couldn’t. And it was hurting him so much.
A bitter tear fell out one of his eyes, not showing his face just because this. He didn’t want him to see how weak he really was.]
His hand doesn’t stop until a feeling of something damp recurs his shoulder. It doesn’t take him two seconds to realise it’s Miles’ tear, and he suddenly feels something pulling at his heart. It’s painful, but his priority is finding out why the prosecutor was crying.
He carefully lifts Miles’ head, hands acting of their own accord. One wipes away any remains of that tear while the other keeps his head up where Phoenix can see him. “… What’s wrong?” It’s short but emphasised by a reassuring yet concerned smile.
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itshinesinmysoul:
[He blushed really hard when the student huggled him. He moaned briefly to himself, feeling his body sightly closing the space between them.
And it was so good.
So good and so addictive.
But he couldn’t let himself go. It was…his beloved one.
He calmed down a bit, hesitantly hugging him back, hidding his head over his shoulder.]
There’s some kind of feeling of completion that comes with the hug, but Phoenix ignores it. By some instinct, though, his hand runs through the dark hair of his friend’s in what should be nothing more than a soothing manner, but he finds himself actually caring deeply, actually wanting Miles to be happy. It’s something that surprises him, but he’s not disgusted at all.
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itshinesinmysoul:
[He swallowed drool and tried not to do so. Trying to hide it.]
M-Me? C-Crying? D-Don’t talk rubbish! I-I’m not crying!
[Said the man who cried every night for a love that, in his opinion, he wouldn’t achieve.]
He’s able to see, though, that Miles has some hidden emotion in him. It was that emotion that compelled him to take a few steps forwards and wrap his arms around the prosecutor in a comforting manner.
“It’s okay.”
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