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[June 29] [Apollo Justice] Tempest in a Teacup
Title: Tempest in a Teacup
Day/Theme: June 29, 2011 "This wind in a box."
Series: Ace Attorney series - Apollo Justice
Character/Pairing: Machi & Daryan, Klavier
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Sort of related to June 27th's 'Nothing But Distractions.' Another post-game prison visit.
"You seem calm. Real calm. You kind of were always that way on the outside, weren't you?" Daryan mused. This was getting to be a regular occurrence these days. He looked forward to Machi's visits more than anything else. They were what made him smile during his time on the yard and then get into innumerable, "What are you looking at bozo?!" sort of fights that didn't help him get along any better with the guards.
"Hmm," Machi shrugged. He tried to act that way. It was a form of protection against all the bitter thorns of the world that tried to tear at him.
"Hey, tell me," Daryan urged his friend, teeth glimmering in a tough-set smile, "What's behind that cold facade? Describe how you really feel inside."
"What is point of this?" Machi argued with little force. "...Fine. I do not see what good it is, but I do it."
"Yeah!"
A guard cast more than a passing glance over Daryan to see what it was he was so excited about, but, as it didn't appear to be anything threatening, he allowed the remark to pass without stepping in to inquire.
"Inside, I am, see, like an empty box. Nothing in it. Just darkness. Just air. My feelings swirl around. If I am lucky, there is music."
"Damn, you're kind of poetic, aren't you, Machi? Like Klavier. It's funny. You guys didn't exactly get on, did you?"
"Is different now," Machi explained, "There are not so many secrets between us. I see Klavier here and there. He is alright."
"You," Daryan's face fell, "You, uh...I guess it's a dumb idea to ask you to say 'hi' to him from me, huh? He hasn't come here to see me. Not even once."
"No? Is somehow surprising, a little. He is think of you, I think. Still there is big poster of your band up in his office."
"Psh, well, I guess a big guy like Klavier's got too much on his plate to waste time with someone like me. He's got enough angst with his freaky brother and all, right?"
"I- I will say something to him for you," Machi promised. He twisted the phone cord around his fingers, focusing on them instead of Daryan's pained face. It felt like Daryan had dismissed the discussion of Machi's feelings that he had personality asked for in favor of moping over Klavier. Maybe it was sort of unfair to get upset about it. Did he take things too personally? Whether he did or whether he didn't, it still hurt.
"So...that box inside."
Machi chanced a glance back up into Daryan's sharp blue eyes. He had been sidetracked, sure, but he hadn't forgotten. He hadn't given up on Machi. "Right now, when you're with me...what's it like inside it?"
"Is a storm. Is very big. What are the words they call it? A tempest? Is typhoon?"
"They both work. 'Tempest' sounds good."
"Oh, thank you. Anyway, everything is all swirling around and around. It is exciting, like old times, but frightening too. Whether the tempest stops or whether it keeps going forever...both scare me."
"You'll keep visiting though, won't you?" Daryan did not say "Please," even though it was the word foremost in his mind.
"Yes," Machi promised, "I cannot stop now."
Day/Theme: June 29, 2011 "This wind in a box."
Series: Ace Attorney series - Apollo Justice
Character/Pairing: Machi & Daryan, Klavier
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Sort of related to June 27th's 'Nothing But Distractions.' Another post-game prison visit.
"You seem calm. Real calm. You kind of were always that way on the outside, weren't you?" Daryan mused. This was getting to be a regular occurrence these days. He looked forward to Machi's visits more than anything else. They were what made him smile during his time on the yard and then get into innumerable, "What are you looking at bozo?!" sort of fights that didn't help him get along any better with the guards.
"Hmm," Machi shrugged. He tried to act that way. It was a form of protection against all the bitter thorns of the world that tried to tear at him.
"Hey, tell me," Daryan urged his friend, teeth glimmering in a tough-set smile, "What's behind that cold facade? Describe how you really feel inside."
"What is point of this?" Machi argued with little force. "...Fine. I do not see what good it is, but I do it."
"Yeah!"
A guard cast more than a passing glance over Daryan to see what it was he was so excited about, but, as it didn't appear to be anything threatening, he allowed the remark to pass without stepping in to inquire.
"Inside, I am, see, like an empty box. Nothing in it. Just darkness. Just air. My feelings swirl around. If I am lucky, there is music."
"Damn, you're kind of poetic, aren't you, Machi? Like Klavier. It's funny. You guys didn't exactly get on, did you?"
"Is different now," Machi explained, "There are not so many secrets between us. I see Klavier here and there. He is alright."
"You," Daryan's face fell, "You, uh...I guess it's a dumb idea to ask you to say 'hi' to him from me, huh? He hasn't come here to see me. Not even once."
"No? Is somehow surprising, a little. He is think of you, I think. Still there is big poster of your band up in his office."
"Psh, well, I guess a big guy like Klavier's got too much on his plate to waste time with someone like me. He's got enough angst with his freaky brother and all, right?"
"I- I will say something to him for you," Machi promised. He twisted the phone cord around his fingers, focusing on them instead of Daryan's pained face. It felt like Daryan had dismissed the discussion of Machi's feelings that he had personality asked for in favor of moping over Klavier. Maybe it was sort of unfair to get upset about it. Did he take things too personally? Whether he did or whether he didn't, it still hurt.
"So...that box inside."
Machi chanced a glance back up into Daryan's sharp blue eyes. He had been sidetracked, sure, but he hadn't forgotten. He hadn't given up on Machi. "Right now, when you're with me...what's it like inside it?"
"Is a storm. Is very big. What are the words they call it? A tempest? Is typhoon?"
"They both work. 'Tempest' sounds good."
"Oh, thank you. Anyway, everything is all swirling around and around. It is exciting, like old times, but frightening too. Whether the tempest stops or whether it keeps going forever...both scare me."
"You'll keep visiting though, won't you?" Daryan did not say "Please," even though it was the word foremost in his mind.
"Yes," Machi promised, "I cannot stop now."