[RL] It was only a matter of time

[samuraiprosecutor]

Who: Edgeworth, the Corinthian (II)
What: A celebration is interrupted by an old favorite virus.
Where: Edgeworth's apartment
When: Mid-evening
Warnings: None



Sieghard was waiting by the door long before the jangling of keys preceded their entrance into the apartment. Edgeworth greeted the dog with a few gentle pats, leading him out of the doorway to allow their guest room to enter.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked, for once mindful of his duties as host. "There should still be a few beers left from the last time you were here."

Sieghard moved on to the Corinthian, planting himself at the nightmare's side and sniffing curiously at his hand before greeting him with a lick.

Comments

I just want to hug him right now. ;3;

[samuraiprosecutor]

The nightmare's mask fell--revealing what Edgeworth knew could only be a hint of what he'd just done to him--and Edgeworth's heart sank with it. His throat was tight. His breath caught in it, and he nodded.

"Will you be able to avoid...everyone else until this ends?"

He needs one. ;;

[darkmirror-vr2.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." And even if he couldn't, he'd just learn how to keep his mouth shut for a little while. Before he went amd fucked up anything else.

He paused, and when he finally looked back at him he almost looked like his usual self again. "I guess I'll talk to you later."

/gives him one ;3;/

[samuraiprosecutor]

Edgeworth only hesitated a moment.

"You will."

/clings forever ;3;

[darkmirror-vr2.livejournal.com]

It was a slightly surprising response, but one that earned a small smile, however forced. Afer another awkward moment he finally moved to the door again, and disappeared outside without another word.

You know if there is a Cori and David thread you're required to share the link, right?

[samuraiprosecutor]

Edgeworth's mask cracked briefly as he watched his friend walk away. He was grateful the Corinthian couldn't see it. Once he was alone, he spent longer than was necessary straightening up the living room and putting away the freshly cleaned wine glass. Sigi loped after him from one room to the next and on into the bedroom, where he settled into his dog bed. The apartment was quiet as Edgeworth finished his evening routine, turned off the lights, crawled into bed with langourous movements, and lay there, staring at the dreamcatcher in the corner of his room.

It was a long time before he finally fell asleep. He experienced no nightmares that night, only dim memories of warmth and a strong, generous body.