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[August 28] [Apollo Justice] My Song for You Isn't a Love Song
Title: My Song for You Isn't a Love Song
Day/Theme: Aug. 28, 2011 "if you're so dead, why are your eyes so bright?"
Series: Apollo Justice
Character/Pairing: Daryan/Machi
Rating: PG
Author's comments: Working on 'Visiting Hours.' This is several years post-AJ. In one of the previous sections, Daryan said he would write Machi a song and Machi didn't think he'd do it.
"Oh, before I forget...I..." Daryan struggled with whether or not to actually come out and say what was foremost on his mind. Geez, this was so stupid. Man up, you moron. "I finished the song."
"Song?" The memory quickly dawned on Machi, "You really wrote me a song?"
Daryan shifted a little in his seat and flashed a quick grin. "Yeah. I've been workin' on it. It's pretty tricky, you know, coming up with something that I don't think will embarrass me in front of you."
"You think that I am difficult to please?"
"Actually, yeah- Ha ha ha, no," Daryan rushed to make sure Machi knew he was joking, "Just kidding." Machi knew he was joking right? "...Really."
"I believe you, Daryan." Machi was casual and calm. Just hearing Daryan bring it up again was pleasant and sort of amusing. Machi couldn't remember Daryan ever being funny back when they were partners in crime. At that time he had been serious, or sexy or even frightening, but he never made Machi want to laugh.
"Oh, oh, okay then. Well, I'll try and explain myself a little better. See, if I write something stupid, not only are you probably going to laugh at it and not take me seriously, it wouldn't be, uh..." When he realized what he wanted to say, the words surprised him and he choked on them- could he- should he actually say that? It was awfully...revealing. He would sound awfully...vulnerable. But those words were the truth. 'Nothing to fear but fear itself,' right? "...It wouldn't be worthy of you. And, uh, my feelings for you. So it was important to do it right." There. He'd said it.
Machi's look went not cold, but constricted, nervous. "Do you love me, Daryan?"
"What kind of question is that?!" Daryan balked.
"Answer me so I can answer you."
Those words were important- not just the words, but that Machi was saying them. Daryan could tell. He looked straight into Machi's eyes instead of avoiding them as he had been for half the conversation. Was that the color one would call "true blue?" "Yeah. I love you. ...Maybe I love you again, maybe I never completely stopped. But........yeah." Why did he always come off sounding like such an idiot during these visits?
"I love you too," Machi said and his voice was so very tight and small. "May I please hear your song."
That was what Daryan had come to suspect at this point, but there was no way he could have said so before this- it was mutual. There was a burning in his chest, an unfolding of emotion that made the bounds of his imprisonment suddenly just as constricting as they'd felt on his first day behind bars. But there was nothing to be done about it. He was trapped, physically, by all the prison system's shackles and strictures, and emotionally, by all the feelings there was no way he could speak. So he'd just coast along, riding on the wave provided for him by Machi's beatific smile. "Sure," he agreed, and, soft and rough, he began to sing.
Day/Theme: Aug. 28, 2011 "if you're so dead, why are your eyes so bright?"
Series: Apollo Justice
Character/Pairing: Daryan/Machi
Rating: PG
Author's comments: Working on 'Visiting Hours.' This is several years post-AJ. In one of the previous sections, Daryan said he would write Machi a song and Machi didn't think he'd do it.
"Oh, before I forget...I..." Daryan struggled with whether or not to actually come out and say what was foremost on his mind. Geez, this was so stupid. Man up, you moron. "I finished the song."
"Song?" The memory quickly dawned on Machi, "You really wrote me a song?"
Daryan shifted a little in his seat and flashed a quick grin. "Yeah. I've been workin' on it. It's pretty tricky, you know, coming up with something that I don't think will embarrass me in front of you."
"You think that I am difficult to please?"
"Actually, yeah- Ha ha ha, no," Daryan rushed to make sure Machi knew he was joking, "Just kidding." Machi knew he was joking right? "...Really."
"I believe you, Daryan." Machi was casual and calm. Just hearing Daryan bring it up again was pleasant and sort of amusing. Machi couldn't remember Daryan ever being funny back when they were partners in crime. At that time he had been serious, or sexy or even frightening, but he never made Machi want to laugh.
"Oh, oh, okay then. Well, I'll try and explain myself a little better. See, if I write something stupid, not only are you probably going to laugh at it and not take me seriously, it wouldn't be, uh..." When he realized what he wanted to say, the words surprised him and he choked on them- could he- should he actually say that? It was awfully...revealing. He would sound awfully...vulnerable. But those words were the truth. 'Nothing to fear but fear itself,' right? "...It wouldn't be worthy of you. And, uh, my feelings for you. So it was important to do it right." There. He'd said it.
Machi's look went not cold, but constricted, nervous. "Do you love me, Daryan?"
"What kind of question is that?!" Daryan balked.
"Answer me so I can answer you."
Those words were important- not just the words, but that Machi was saying them. Daryan could tell. He looked straight into Machi's eyes instead of avoiding them as he had been for half the conversation. Was that the color one would call "true blue?" "Yeah. I love you. ...Maybe I love you again, maybe I never completely stopped. But........yeah." Why did he always come off sounding like such an idiot during these visits?
"I love you too," Machi said and his voice was so very tight and small. "May I please hear your song."
That was what Daryan had come to suspect at this point, but there was no way he could have said so before this- it was mutual. There was a burning in his chest, an unfolding of emotion that made the bounds of his imprisonment suddenly just as constricting as they'd felt on his first day behind bars. But there was nothing to be done about it. He was trapped, physically, by all the prison system's shackles and strictures, and emotionally, by all the feelings there was no way he could speak. So he'd just coast along, riding on the wave provided for him by Machi's beatific smile. "Sure," he agreed, and, soft and rough, he began to sing.