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Miles Edgeworth ([personal profile] jurisprudence) wrote2020-11-10 04:45 pm
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Miles Edgeworth Ace Attorney
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casaposa: <user name="proverbially"> (with every part of my soul i lose)

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[personal profile] casaposa 2020-11-21 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Chapstick seemed like an innocent choice. The little creatures were pushy with their samples and once he took a few, they backed off. Why they were fixated on people when they could market towards the bizarre beasts now accompanying them is beyond him. He doesn't know what a unicorn uses and he doesn't care enough to ask just yet.

The point is-

It's unfortunate timing that makes him try the balm as some rando passes by and there's an immediate shift that overwhelms every logical part of of his one functioning braincell. All the pieces that don't give two shits about this stranger passing through the area vanish and all that's left is-

Well, him, a pocket full of useless samples and a man walking with a confident air-the sight of which tightens a string around his chest. There's something about him in particular-a reason Caesar can't place by looking at the curve of his clothes along his spine.
]

Ciao, bello. Where are you going?
casaposa: <user name="proverbially"> (everyone is a dead starfish sometimes)

[personal profile] casaposa 2020-11-22 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[This song and dance is new outside of the grandiose walls in the training grounds on Air Supplena. This tit for tat, this curiosity hidden behind a disinterested tone-he remembers playing a similar game with JoJo. It was always a battle-everything was.

His words are bait at the end of a string and Caesar bites that hook in an instant. Fearless and ready for the challenge.
]

You look to be a man of class-I was hoping you wouldn't mind some company on your way, so we could talk.

[It's better and worse when he gets closer-that gleam in the man's eye lights a fire deep in his gut and the memory of every flirty maneuver he used on unsuspecting tourists flashes through his mind in an instant. As if there's a past ploy he's already pulled that would work on this medieval stranger now.

Caesar wants to know more about him-needs to. But this is no easy mark, by the look of it. It's going to take more than small trinkets and his usual flowery words to get anywhere. He treads carefully, accent thick and forced to the surface.
]

My name's Caesar Zeppeli-who might you be?
casaposa: pixiv @ 6014731 (i can go lower)

[personal profile] casaposa 2020-11-22 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
You would deny me such a simple request? How cruel. That makes my heart ache, you know.

[There's a challenge in pulling out the man's name and his own tone holds a mock disappointment at the response. There's a mutual interest here, if the way his new companion eyes him is anything to go by.

He takes the opportunity to close the arm's length of distance between them to stand by his side-get a closer look at the curve of his neck, those strands of gray hair that match those equally dark eyes. They're close in height, but Caesar towers over him by a few inches when they're side by side.

And what he does next is risky-his hand raises to brush away strands of gray from the man's face. It's a gentle gesture and it's impossible to predict what this stranger's reaction is going to be, but he's ready for it.
]

But if you prefer to remain a mysterious stranger, I'll gladly accept that outcome, if it means I get to look in your eyes a bit longer.
casaposa: pixiv @ 6014731 (we could get in that dumpster)

[personal profile] casaposa 2020-11-23 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a soft, airy laugh that escapes his lips at the retort. This man is quick following up with a bite that matches all that bark.

If he had any sense, he'd pull that hand back from his companion's head, but-

He's looking at him and there's something that flutters in his chest, a sensation that something's pressing tight against his throat and-

He's not used to this.

So he doesn't pull that hand back, instead taking that lack of a reaction as an opportunity to run his fingers through those dark gray strands, trail them down the side of his neck and-

Finally drop it to rest against his side.
]

A hospital won't help you know. We're in a fantasy world-much like a fairy tale. Don't you think a kiss would be a proper cure for this era?
casaposa: <user name="proverbially"> (ham dressed like prosciutto)

[personal profile] casaposa 2020-11-23 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Despite every quip coming out of his mouth, he's not walking away. He's not saying no and that barrier in the form of a finger is wall with a weakness. There's a way to break it and Caesar will find it.]

Do you? Then tell me-what would your challenge be?
casaposa: pixiv @ 54355570 (pic#14212350)

[personal profile] casaposa 2020-11-23 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
[It's an actual riddle and Caesar waits patiently for the punchline to drop-for the man to claim he's playing some kind of bizarre prank on him and the actual test is something less-

This.

To his credit, he does try to work through the problem. Spends a couple minutes mentally deciphering the clue and wondering why he couldn't just lift some heavy boxes to impress him. That worked on a number on tourists around Venice.

But he's proving time and time again in their short conversation that he's no ordinary mark.
]

Let me repeat it. I want to make sure I heard you correctly.

[And his fingers reach over to grip the front of his shirt, giving the lightest of tugs to pull him a little closer. If the man doesn't resist, he'll take the next step-pushing the line of what he's allowed to do before he's supposed proved his mettle through all this wordplay.

So he'll use his own. If the stranger doesn't pull away-if he's a little bit curious about what's going to happen next-he'll find Caesar's lips brushing against the shell of his ear and hear a quiet-
] Ready? Listen close.
casaposa: pixiv @ 6014731 (i know a lot about the law and lawyering)

[personal profile] casaposa 2020-11-23 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[The goal is a kiss and-

Caesar doesn't plan on cheating by pressing his lips against all that exposed skin just a breath away. They have an agreement, however ridiculous it is in his eyes, and though he glides his lips against his earlobe, over his jaw and down his neck-

He never lets them rest. He simply repeats the riddle back, confirming what he heard the first time with every stop on this path across his skin. It's not answer. He wants to make sure the smug bastard is wholly aware of the trial he's putting Caesar through.

And then he drops the hand clutching his shirt-presses his palm flat against his abdomen and uses his finger to draw invisible shapes over the fabric. One by one he lists the names-
]

Andrew is-

[A triangle.]

Bastian is-

[A circle]

Charles is-

[A square.]

Figure my answer out yourself. You're a fan of puzzles, aren't you? Take some time to solve that during dinner and let me know then if I'm worthy of your kiss.

[And you know what those shapes mean? Jack fucking shit. His only goal here is to screw with him a little and earn more than a peck on the cheek for it. When in doubt, cheat your way out after all.]
casaposa: (just put yourself in when u feel like it)

[personal profile] casaposa 2020-11-23 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[This guy is fucking with him in equal measure. It's frustrating and impressive at the same time-this sort of tenacity is something he appreciates in a person. That steely resolve and inability to accept defeat and watching his stony, stoic demeanor melt just so slightly under his touch is its own reward. Enough to placate him for this single moment.

But that noose gets tighter around his heart in a way that's impossible to figure out. This is the point where he usually gets bored. When the chase starts to wind down and he ends up with a cute partner in his arm for a short, predicatable date.

He's not bored though. Not in the slightest and when this stranger stumbles over a single word, he finds that fire reigniting in his gut all over again.
]

What a shame that's what you think.

[And it's a shame his hand wanders like it does-gliding up his chest until his fingers are pressing under his chin and-

He tilts that head towards him until they're close-until he can hear every breath, until he can see that tinge of pink, until he can look in those eyes and keep that contact.
]

You should learn more about me before you decide on an answer so swiftly.
casaposa: <user name="proverbially"> (hot water and joy eater are side by side)

[personal profile] casaposa 2020-11-24 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[That hand is too warm to send the shiver it does down his spine-as if the reciprocation is something he craved and not something he was trying win.

That shaky breath is hot against his lips too-it would be far too easy to steal a kiss and he's sure that would stop the stomach flipping sensation that hits his gut whenever the man makes eye contact with him.

That, too, is extremely new and this guy is to blame for all of it.
]

To not be a knight in your eyes would be a problem indeed, no matter how inviting those lips are. I wouldn't dream of stealing anything from right under your nose.

[But he does get close-purposefully petulant about all these ridiculous rules and-

Tilts his head back a bit. A little distance here-absence makes the heart grow fonder.
]

But go on and tell me-why do you think you're right? How did you solve my puzzle so fast?

[Because he sure as shit doesn't know what any of those shapes meant.]
casaposa: koeri (pic#14308913)

[personal profile] casaposa 2020-11-24 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[He laughs under his breath.

It's a sort of light, breezy kind of exhale that sounds genuine-content and almost amused that this man found answers in his bullshit. Actual logical answers in what he hoped would be an easy lie to cheat into his good graces.

This guy is unexpectedly clever and refusing to concede is now a badge of honor instead of an predictable outcome. The guy caught him not so red-handed and instead of being filled with rage-

Being outwitted makes his chest fill with a sense of pride. Of respect.

He should be suspicious of that feeling and maybe he will once this man's eyes settle anywhere else but on his face. For now though-
]

You're something else. [With one hand still gripped, he uses his free one to press against the man's face, brushing a thumb against the corner of his lips.] For your supposed victory, why don't I give you a reward of my own? It's no kiss, I can assure you. That's your prize to give.
casaposa: pixiv @ 54355570 (pic#14212350)

[personal profile] casaposa 2020-11-24 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
You're concocting the games to play-what choice do I have but to play? You won't even give me a name for all my trials.

[And that thumb starts a slow glide across his bottom lip, hoping to incite some kind of reaction from a man that has yet to completely give in. One that's twisting all his words, his actions, his minor tricks back his way and-

That finger rests on the center and Caesar presses his own lips against the nail. They aren't touching-there's no dishonesty here. His eyes remain steady-fixated on the dark gray in front of him.

Having someone who wants to beat him at every turn-that's exciting. Seemingly impossible. But the man's silver tongue is more dangerous than he expected and he finds himself willing to play through these ploys to hear another word fall from it.
]

My intent is clear, so why don't you tell me what you want from this?
casaposa: pixiv @ 1229816 (so we know it's full of hornets)

[personal profile] casaposa 2020-11-24 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[That abrupt candor succeeds in doing one thing-throw him off completely.

That 'Act like I matter'-as if the man before him has used those eyes to pierce his soul to learn his ploys long before they ever met in this dingy town center.

He doesn't say a word-not right away. His fingers bound in one hand and his other pressed against his face. Connected and disconnected at the same time. This has gone in a far different direction than he intended and-

It doesn't upset him.

And he could leave-for any other mark, he might. There's fun in a chase, but the beautiful women he pulls into dark alleyways for late night rendezvous and treats to extravagant lunches during the day are on the same page, no matter how much they talk about the future. Dates, visits-all of it are things he agrees to, things they would get excited about it, he would see flashes of those beautiful smiles and leave. He never second guessed that path.

Not one time did he reflect on his actions, those pointless words, all the meaningless sweet nothings that would fall easily from his lips and now-

He swallows. Recalculates, realigns and his features lack the fabricated tenderness that came with all those loving words only seconds ago.

But he knows, without a shadow of a doubt, he wants to find out more.

He wants to look into those eyes and understand what's going on. It's baffling. It's never been like this.

Well, it was like this once. Twice. But that's in an emotional suitcase he threw into the metaphorical ocean after a fight. It doesn't matter, but recognizes it as the same.
]

Then let me see what kind of person you are.

[That thumb drops and Caesar doesn't move from that position. A breath away. A kiss away.]

Over dinner, right now.
casaposa: <user name="proverbially"> (i become more powerful)

[personal profile] casaposa 2020-11-24 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hearing that name sends an blazing prickle across his skin, down his spine, through his chest and-

The kiss sharpens the intensity of that feeling-as if he had been waiting all night for this miniscule win. It shouldn't matter at all-he's kissed other people. He's been wrapped up in arms and limbs to go alongside passionate acts where kissing was the least intimate.

And somehow none of it compares to the soft taste of a hard fought victory from a man who didn't give an inch until now. He won this and he won the date, despite the shitty puzzle standing in his way.

And he wants to push it-to tangle his fingers through his hair and deepen it and pull him into a spot that would allow for privacy, but-

He made a promise and so be it. Dinner first-he's a man of his word.

But all the promises in the world can't stop him being a little petulant-from gently pulling at Edgeworth's bottom lip with his teeth when he separates from the kiss.
]

Miles it is. I hope you'll let me earn more favors as the night goes on.

[A not so subtle hint and-]

There are no restaurants here worth eating at. I'll make a meal in your home with what you have instead-it will be worth your while.

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