((...Could I perhaps ask you to turn the "If you close your eyes now, the nightmares may return" line into a writing prompt? Like, the line is used as internal monologue. And it's set sometime before Turnabout Goodbyes. Maybe Bratworth era?? But only if you're interested of course!!!))
Tired Sentence StartersΒ (Accepting!)
Working through sleep deprivation wasnβt an uncommon affair for Miles Edgeworth, however, this was certainly the first time he had to do so completely alone.Β
While heβd been working in this prosecutorβs office for about a year now, he was still too used to Franziska or even Mr. von Karma himself, should he be unlucky, to stop him from nodding off. Whatβs more, was that since working in the States, Edgeworth found himself getting more rest than usual, although by no means was it peaceful. It never was.
However, the SL-9 incident had spawned incorrect rumors of falsified evidence, and despite the trial having ended three weeks ago, the night terrors, which had never quite stopped, had grown increasingly frightening. If Edgeworth had been waking up at six before, his dreams would shock him awake by two or three in the morning.
Weeks had passed, and the nightmares grew more and more relentless. Dark circles under the young prosecutorβs eyes were clearly visible against his usually soft face. Edgeworth tapped a finger against his desk as he struggled to keep his eyes open to read the papers before him.Β
Truthfully, the sheer weight of his eyelids was torturous. They longed to close, begging him to sleep, but sleep was something Edgeworth dreaded...At least, for the past eleven years. He knew he needed to finish this paperwork first, but he also knew his body yearned for slumber. He was most disappointed in himself, he was better than this. He was well aware that his body has limits, but he could be better than this. He shouldnβt sleep until all the work was finished, that was the von Karma way.Β
...However...they werenβt here with him. Both Mr. von Karma and Franziska were in Germany. The only one keeping him in line was himself. Therefore...He mustnβt allow himself to slack off like this! He could only imagine what sort of insults heβd hear had either of them caught him like this! Franziska would probably say...
βIf you close your eyes now, the nightmares may return.βΒ
Edgeworth nearly snapped up at that. He could so clearly recall him telling her about his nightmares when they were young. How, the first time, she consoled him byΒ βremindingβ him that it was only a dream, and that it wasnβt real. Even recollecting her uninformed statement seemed to have reopened the wound. Those days when Miles refused to get out of bed, not wanting to do anything but sleep, sheβd say those exact words to get him out of bed to face the day. From her, they were fully intended to be words of encouragement, he was certain.
However, one thing always bothered him about the statement...It wasnβt that they may return, the nightmares would return. Just like they had every single night since that day. The waking world was the only escape from that hell.
With a frustrated growl, Edgeworth rubbed his eyes and removed his red and blue jacket, letting it hang from the back of his chair. He could sleep when he was ready to face that hell.Β
