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[June 30] [Apollo Justice] Sincere Liars
Title: Sincere Liars
Day/Theme: June 30, 2011 "Nothing's final, not even deception."
Series: Apollo Justice
Character/Pairing: Daryan/Machi (several years post-game)
Rating: PG
"And if you're willing, I want to marry you."
"Liar," Machi accused him. It was his inevitable gut reaction to such an outlandish proposal. It was a form of protection. Did he really believe Daryan was lying? Did he think that Daryan was telling the truth? Either way, he felt his heart tighten in his chest. There it was, that old familiar warning: "you're going to be hurt."
"And you're not a liar yourself?!" Daryan snapped back. He wished he could break the phone connecting them in two with his bare hands to squeeze out the rage that filled him. What drove his anger at this response? It wasn't as if he could claim to have known what answer Machi would give him. There was a reason he had couched his proposal in such unromantic terms- he didn't want to waste a lot of mushy sentiment if all Machi would do was immediately tear him down.
Maybe they couldn't see how similar they were that way. If neither man would allow his shields to drop as he had in the past, how could they ever make the kind of connection that both of them truly desired?
"Anyway, forget that dumb liar stuff," Daryan hissed, glancing over his shoulder at the curious guard attracted by the sudden violent rise in his voice. "I'm serious, Machi. What else do you think I have going for me these days? I feel so lucky that you started coming out to see me. I always look forward to your visits. And I know now that I still care about you. Honestly, seriously. Look at me. Look me in the eyes and tell me that I don't love you."
Machi battled the urge to keep his gaze averted, but something of the strain in Daryan's stress-tightened throat caused him to look up. He did look sincere, he really did, but hadn't Machi met so many men and women who could paint any expression across their face they desired that he should know better than to trust a pair of beautiful blue eyes? "I love you too," he admitted. His voice cracked. "I am scared."
"Believe me, won't you? Say "yes." I want to touch you again, Machi." He put his hand up against the glass.
Machi reached up to put his hand against the glass opposite it. His hand was still much smaller than Daryan's. Could he pretend that they weren't separated by something so big as the law? Could he pretend that the glass between them was only some kind of game?
"Machi," Daryan breathed. The pain was evident in his drawn face.
"Yes," Machi said. "Yes," he repeated himself, "Yes. Get permission. I will marry you."
"Damn, that's a relief," a choked sort of laugh escaped Daryan's lips. "I'm so happy now. So happy."
"Me too. ...But I will be happier when all the paper work go through."
Together, lighter, they laughed.
Day/Theme: June 30, 2011 "Nothing's final, not even deception."
Series: Apollo Justice
Character/Pairing: Daryan/Machi (several years post-game)
Rating: PG
"And if you're willing, I want to marry you."
"Liar," Machi accused him. It was his inevitable gut reaction to such an outlandish proposal. It was a form of protection. Did he really believe Daryan was lying? Did he think that Daryan was telling the truth? Either way, he felt his heart tighten in his chest. There it was, that old familiar warning: "you're going to be hurt."
"And you're not a liar yourself?!" Daryan snapped back. He wished he could break the phone connecting them in two with his bare hands to squeeze out the rage that filled him. What drove his anger at this response? It wasn't as if he could claim to have known what answer Machi would give him. There was a reason he had couched his proposal in such unromantic terms- he didn't want to waste a lot of mushy sentiment if all Machi would do was immediately tear him down.
Maybe they couldn't see how similar they were that way. If neither man would allow his shields to drop as he had in the past, how could they ever make the kind of connection that both of them truly desired?
"Anyway, forget that dumb liar stuff," Daryan hissed, glancing over his shoulder at the curious guard attracted by the sudden violent rise in his voice. "I'm serious, Machi. What else do you think I have going for me these days? I feel so lucky that you started coming out to see me. I always look forward to your visits. And I know now that I still care about you. Honestly, seriously. Look at me. Look me in the eyes and tell me that I don't love you."
Machi battled the urge to keep his gaze averted, but something of the strain in Daryan's stress-tightened throat caused him to look up. He did look sincere, he really did, but hadn't Machi met so many men and women who could paint any expression across their face they desired that he should know better than to trust a pair of beautiful blue eyes? "I love you too," he admitted. His voice cracked. "I am scared."
"Believe me, won't you? Say "yes." I want to touch you again, Machi." He put his hand up against the glass.
Machi reached up to put his hand against the glass opposite it. His hand was still much smaller than Daryan's. Could he pretend that they weren't separated by something so big as the law? Could he pretend that the glass between them was only some kind of game?
"Machi," Daryan breathed. The pain was evident in his drawn face.
"Yes," Machi said. "Yes," he repeated himself, "Yes. Get permission. I will marry you."
"Damn, that's a relief," a choked sort of laugh escaped Daryan's lips. "I'm so happy now. So happy."
"Me too. ...But I will be happier when all the paper work go through."
Together, lighter, they laughed.