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[June 27] [Apollo Justice] Nothing But Distractions
Title: Nothing But Distractions
Day/Theme: June 27, 2011 "Once you decide to do right, life is easy - no distractions."
Series: Ace Attorney series - Apollo Justice
Character/Pairing: Machi & Daryan (post-game, past Daryan/Machi)
Rating: PG-13
"So, uh, you doing good?" Daryan asked.
Machi had been somewhat taken aback upon seeing him. It had been four years now since the trial. His face was thin and drawn, while his upper body retained its nice muscle tone (That was part of what Machi had seen on "Lockup," right? Men using their time in prison to work out). Daryan's ostentatious hair was largely tamed, still long, but hanging in an uninspired and shaggy ponytail down his back. A lot of the bite was gone from his voice. ...But there was still that defiant spark burning in his blue eyes. And, somehow, Machi was glad to see it. "I am alright."
"You given up smuggling and that other dangerous shit?"
"Of course. I have been good since then." Did it seem to Daryan like he was staring? Machi forced himself to break this weighted eye contact. He turned his gaze downward to his (caught red-handed) hands, both of them griping the special phone he had to speak through to converse with his old partner.
Peeking up through his pale eyelashes made him look shy, Daryan thought. And still beautiful. He thought a lot, mostly late at night, about what would have happened if he hadn't had to kill Letouse- if they hadn't gotten caught. Machi was sort of grown up now... It felt so sudden without his being around to see it. But he wasn't so much handsome as he was pretty. He was still small and dainty and girlish...pretty.
"So," Daryan's tone picked up some of its familiar growl, as he squeezed the receiver between his toughened fingers, "Bein' good and all. How's that working out for you? Is it a tough change of pace?"
"You make sound like I am some career criminal," Machi pouted. This wasn't what he had hoped to talk about. ...But what was? Did you ever really love me? Do you still love me? Were those really valid questions? Ones that Machi would dare to ask?
"Well, it wasn't like the smuggling thing was the first time you'd broken a law, right?" It was funny- maybe people were right when they said a person needed to stop hanging around with their old bad influences to quit drinking or using drugs and stuff. Just talking to Machi through glass revived his old self in ways no other thought or experience he'd had in the past four years had.
"Those things were different."
"Sorry," Daryan relented. He frowned. That wasn't like him.
Machi met his eyes again, shyly. His voice was came out as tiny as a child's, like Daryan remembered. "I miss you," he said.
Day/Theme: June 27, 2011 "Once you decide to do right, life is easy - no distractions."
Series: Ace Attorney series - Apollo Justice
Character/Pairing: Machi & Daryan (post-game, past Daryan/Machi)
Rating: PG-13
"So, uh, you doing good?" Daryan asked.
Machi had been somewhat taken aback upon seeing him. It had been four years now since the trial. His face was thin and drawn, while his upper body retained its nice muscle tone (That was part of what Machi had seen on "Lockup," right? Men using their time in prison to work out). Daryan's ostentatious hair was largely tamed, still long, but hanging in an uninspired and shaggy ponytail down his back. A lot of the bite was gone from his voice. ...But there was still that defiant spark burning in his blue eyes. And, somehow, Machi was glad to see it. "I am alright."
"You given up smuggling and that other dangerous shit?"
"Of course. I have been good since then." Did it seem to Daryan like he was staring? Machi forced himself to break this weighted eye contact. He turned his gaze downward to his (caught red-handed) hands, both of them griping the special phone he had to speak through to converse with his old partner.
Peeking up through his pale eyelashes made him look shy, Daryan thought. And still beautiful. He thought a lot, mostly late at night, about what would have happened if he hadn't had to kill Letouse- if they hadn't gotten caught. Machi was sort of grown up now... It felt so sudden without his being around to see it. But he wasn't so much handsome as he was pretty. He was still small and dainty and girlish...pretty.
"So," Daryan's tone picked up some of its familiar growl, as he squeezed the receiver between his toughened fingers, "Bein' good and all. How's that working out for you? Is it a tough change of pace?"
"You make sound like I am some career criminal," Machi pouted. This wasn't what he had hoped to talk about. ...But what was? Did you ever really love me? Do you still love me? Were those really valid questions? Ones that Machi would dare to ask?
"Well, it wasn't like the smuggling thing was the first time you'd broken a law, right?" It was funny- maybe people were right when they said a person needed to stop hanging around with their old bad influences to quit drinking or using drugs and stuff. Just talking to Machi through glass revived his old self in ways no other thought or experience he'd had in the past four years had.
"Those things were different."
"Sorry," Daryan relented. He frowned. That wasn't like him.
Machi met his eyes again, shyly. His voice was came out as tiny as a child's, like Daryan remembered. "I miss you," he said.