#truthserenade

//ARGH this is exactly my problem!

          He felt so light; like he was floating. For a fleeting moment, he soared across the stars, watching them sparkle around him as he chased after a familiar, humanoid figure. When he didn’t seem to be able to reach it, he felt frustrated to the point of shouting, but for some reason, his voice refused to cooperate. Suddenly a large, extremely bright explosion was aimed right at him, and the last thing he saw before waking up was familiar looking debris aimed directly at him.

           With a small gasp, he jerked awake as one tends to do after life-like dreams, eyes darting around for the debris about to hit him. Yet the only thing he’d find was a very unfamiliar (and slightly unflattering) angle of someone blond, who seemed to be... Carrying him? At least that was the conclusion his still half-asleep brain jumped to. The next conclusion? This was Kristoph abducting him somehow even though the guy was locked away behind bars forever, and his hand instinctively slammed upwards in an attempt to hit the guy in the face. 

          When he realized this wasn’t some sick fuck trying to torture him to death, reality set in. He had been making a sandwich. He had been eating said sandwich. He had used said now half-eaten sandwich as a pillow- and now Klavier was being like the one friend who guides all their insanely drunk friends home from the club...

                    ...If that friend was punched by one of the insanely drunk friends. 

Meeting Klavier Gavin never is something fun to do. He’s well-known for being a diva and self-centered but none of those people who claim to know the prosecutor know how he really is. How he is ticking.

There has been a time when Daryan had thought to be the one to know Klavier Gavin best. A time, where he dared to call himself his ‘best friend’. But those times have been over for a while and the former detective remembers quite well those last, harsh words Klavier had said to him, during the cocoon smuggling incidence.

>>…Daryan. I consider that my last session with you. …We rocked.<<

Daryan still doesn’t understand why Klavier even agreed to meet. But he has been the one to get in touch with his friend, he had been asking for the meeting. Naturally, a tough guy like him wouldn’t pull back now.

            “That long? Man, Chief Edgeworth agreed to that? Lucky bastard.” He frowned, wondering if maybe he chose the wrong side of the bench to object from.

            “Well, a hundred bucks still sounds nice, but I guess this round of the city is on the house.” There was no way he could ask actual money for this- he wouldn’t have in the first place, but a part of him just enjoyed the nonsensical banter they shared frequently. 

            Then a realization hit him.

            “You’re going to spend Christmas here? Not that Khura’in celebrates it like in LA, but you get what I mean.” Didn’t the other want to be with family during the holidays? Now he thought about it, he didn’t know anything about Klavier’s family. Well- There was one family member he knew of, but he was certain he wouldn’t be visited in general, let alone on Christmas Eve. 

11: Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? 

            “Is anyone ever satisfied with where they are in life? I feel like everyone out there keeps trying to reach new goals. You can be happy where you are and still try to increase said happiness, right?” He evades the question, pretending he gave a conclusive answer to the question asked. 

16: Are you friends with any of your ex boyfriends/ girlfriends?

            “Well, honestly, I don’t have either. So, no, guess I’m not? Though I feel like I could remain friends with an ex, depending on the situation.” He mused, shrugging a little. 

45: Has anyone ever told you that you have pretty eyes?

            “If poop counts as pretty, yeah, a lot.” He said it with a casual tone, but he had to swallow hard to push away the anxiety bubbling up at the back of his throat. Briefly, his mind cycled through memories of long ago, when he was bullied for what felt like simply existing. Most of them weren’t even related to the question at hand, but once his brain recognized any link to bad events, whether it be years ago or last week, it couldn’t stop slapping repressed thoughts into his face.

Deep Ass Sentence Starters

   “Hmm... The way I tend to think of it is a mix of both. There’s certainly a large portion of our lives that we can control, isn’t there? To tell a lie or to tell the truth, for example. To share or to steal. All too often, a choice is offered and it’s in our control to decide what we do with that. Even not doing anything is a choice we can make.

   “However... Some things can’t be controlled, some more obvious than others. You can’t help it if, say, your uncle becomes ill, right? You can choose to do things that might help him, but the decision on if he lives or not is out of your hands.      “While our reactions to things can be controlled, to a degree... We can’t entirely help it, can we? Getting angry at cruel words, grieving for someone lost who meant a lot to us, crying at the sad part of a movie.... We could stop ourselves from feeling that- to a degree- but at the cost of it effecting something else later. A buildup of emotions that could cause a backlash...

「 ♠ ┊ sentences. 」 

〔 ♠ 〕 ❝  — IF YOU’RE just here to gloat, brother dear –  ❞ he’s about to wrap up his statement with something VENOMOUS about how even he, the man behind bars, has better things to do that listen to that, but goes to give his brother a pointed look and finds his bitter words trailing off into nothingness. he does not see what he’d EXPECTED TO SEE when he finally sets eyes on his brother’s face  ;  he’d been certain he’d find more cocky grins & mocking laughs (   the looks that have characterized this little chat for the both of them   ) , but he’s met only with curiosity & concern. he supposes he should have seen it coming. as much as he may act like one sometimes, as much as kristoph wishes he were one sometimes, HIS BROTHER IS NO IDIOT. — & moreover, his brother is his brother, and that means klavier knows him much too well. (   it always comes back to that, doesn’t it ?  klavier has always known FAR, FAR TOO MUCH, but he’s the one damned person kristoph cannot bring himself to destroy entirely. he’s always been a wound in his side, a chink in his armor, A WEAKNESS – !   ) klavier knows kristoph always has an ace up his sleeve. and while he might not have planned for this particular ace to be BLOODY, that doesn’t mean he isn’t playing it to his advantage. (   a prison sentence makes for a particularly nice alibi, doesn’t it ?   ) — & his brother, his brother in particular CANNOT KNOW THIS, but kristoph can already see the wheels beginning to turn behind his eyes, and he -- he knows klavier too well, too. he knows that if he & his brother have one thing in common, it’s this  :  once that gavin mind starts worrying at an idea, IT DOESN’T STOP.