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[June 25] [Apollo Justice] I Don't Think My Luck Will Change
Title: I Don't Think My Luck Will Change
Day/Theme: June 25, 2011 "Where there's friendship, but no friends."
Series: Ace Attorney series - Apollo Justice (set post-game)
Character/Pairing: Machi & Lamiroir
Rating: PG
A lovely hand snaked around the white door frame, intruding peacefully into Machi's quiet morning. He had been trying, somewhat reluctantly, to work on his English by reading some of Trucy's comic books. There were thin, colorful ones that read like other English books (lots of Batgirl, mainly) and thick, book-like, black and white comics that ran differently because they were apparently translated from Japanese (he felt sort of at home with all the long-haired, pretty characters with their indeterminate genders). At this point, comics were easier to manage than books or newspapers- the pictures were a guide. Still, it could be slow going. He didn't mind being interrupted.
"Good morning, Machi."
"Hello, Lamiroir." They spoke Borginese to each other. It was reassuring in some ways to converse in his native language. In Borginese his thoughts weren't handicapped by his ability to convey them. He could be taken as seriously as he intended to be. ...But there was still something sad about it. There were so many memories etched into him in Borginese that he could never leave behind. The words he spoke, happy or flippant or innocuous, continued to trace those aching patterns over and over. "Is there something you need?"
"Mr. Wright is taking Trucy and me out for lunch in a few minutes and we were wondering if you might like to come along." Since Machi's trial and subsequent stint in the Los Angeles County Juvenile Detention Center, things had not been quite the same between the pair of musicians. Lamiroir lamented the distance between them and tried, delicately, to knit their hearts back together, but it was a tricky business. Machi was a very private individual and slow to trust. He had been wounded too often for someone of his tender age. ...Did he even want to regain the bond he had once shared with her? They had been like two notes on the same stem. Lamiroir hesitated to ask him. A rejection would hold a sort of finality she wasn't sure she could take.
"I will think about it..." he answered. He didn't want to go, but there was a subtle pressure urging him to accept the offer. He and Lamiroir were living with Mr. Wright and his daughter now. Both Trucy and Mr. Wright, though sort of spacey, but they went out of their way to be kind to their guests- even though, for Machi, that usually meant just leaving him alone.
"Please," Lamiroir said. One word from her spoke volumes.
"Fine," he gave in. Despite their all too sincere offers of friendship- Mr. Wright, Trucy, Mr. Justice, even Klavier- Machi did not think of them as his friends. But they were Lamiroir's family, her friends. She was all he had now. Although he could not promise he would force a smile, he would go out wherever they were headed now, for her.
Day/Theme: June 25, 2011 "Where there's friendship, but no friends."
Series: Ace Attorney series - Apollo Justice (set post-game)
Character/Pairing: Machi & Lamiroir
Rating: PG
A lovely hand snaked around the white door frame, intruding peacefully into Machi's quiet morning. He had been trying, somewhat reluctantly, to work on his English by reading some of Trucy's comic books. There were thin, colorful ones that read like other English books (lots of Batgirl, mainly) and thick, book-like, black and white comics that ran differently because they were apparently translated from Japanese (he felt sort of at home with all the long-haired, pretty characters with their indeterminate genders). At this point, comics were easier to manage than books or newspapers- the pictures were a guide. Still, it could be slow going. He didn't mind being interrupted.
"Good morning, Machi."
"Hello, Lamiroir." They spoke Borginese to each other. It was reassuring in some ways to converse in his native language. In Borginese his thoughts weren't handicapped by his ability to convey them. He could be taken as seriously as he intended to be. ...But there was still something sad about it. There were so many memories etched into him in Borginese that he could never leave behind. The words he spoke, happy or flippant or innocuous, continued to trace those aching patterns over and over. "Is there something you need?"
"Mr. Wright is taking Trucy and me out for lunch in a few minutes and we were wondering if you might like to come along." Since Machi's trial and subsequent stint in the Los Angeles County Juvenile Detention Center, things had not been quite the same between the pair of musicians. Lamiroir lamented the distance between them and tried, delicately, to knit their hearts back together, but it was a tricky business. Machi was a very private individual and slow to trust. He had been wounded too often for someone of his tender age. ...Did he even want to regain the bond he had once shared with her? They had been like two notes on the same stem. Lamiroir hesitated to ask him. A rejection would hold a sort of finality she wasn't sure she could take.
"I will think about it..." he answered. He didn't want to go, but there was a subtle pressure urging him to accept the offer. He and Lamiroir were living with Mr. Wright and his daughter now. Both Trucy and Mr. Wright, though sort of spacey, but they went out of their way to be kind to their guests- even though, for Machi, that usually meant just leaving him alone.
"Please," Lamiroir said. One word from her spoke volumes.
"Fine," he gave in. Despite their all too sincere offers of friendship- Mr. Wright, Trucy, Mr. Justice, even Klavier- Machi did not think of them as his friends. But they were Lamiroir's family, her friends. She was all he had now. Although he could not promise he would force a smile, he would go out wherever they were headed now, for her.