Nom Ocelot
Moon
- Joined
- Jun 8, 2009
It had been quite troublesome as of late. Hell, that was an understatement. For Miles Edgeworth, it probably would have been better to have just been imprisoned instead of having to face the trial he had to undergo the past week. Of course, he was grateful beyond words for his clearly-proven innocenceâ?¦ but it came at a heavy price, as well. Over the past week, he had been forced to painfully relive the past which he kept behind his grey eyes and in his withered heart, and added on to that was the embarrassment of his co-workers and... rivals, finding out exactly what had happened. Not only that, but his broken posture couldn't have been the most characteristic thing of him to express. The last thing he wanted right now was for the people he knew to surround him.
Now, he was in debt to Phoenix. The money for his work would never be enough to thank him for his hard work; and that was the same for any client. Phoenix had proved him not guilty of a crime, keeping his already somewhat messy reputation from falling under, which saved him from not only prison, but his hopes of continuing work as a prosecutor. He doubted he would jump right on that after this holiday period- on the other hand, a part of him never wanted to venture in to his office again, and especially not the courtroom.
After spending a long night in, watching the snow softly falling outside of his window, Edgeworth finally decided to bring himself in to the atmosphere his body secretly craved. Watching wasn't the same as feeling- he craved the cold snow across his skin, in his hair, and the bitterly cold air licking against his pale complexion.
After dressing appropriately, Edgeworth let himself outside. Just as he thought, the cold air brushed up against his cheeks and woke him up from his daze somewhat. He cuddled his thick coat tighter around himself, finally perching himself upon a bench, watching the sunset from his spot. He was beginning to feel serene and perhaps even calm by this point. Edgeworth mentally congratulated himself for being able to clear his mind so quickly. It wasnâ??t like his sinister mood was anything out of the ordinary. However, he would have expected the post-freedom high to lift his spirits by now. Apparently not. Edgeworth gave a wry grin and a shake of his head. Typical of him. Oh well. He was a free man, after all. He could feel however the hell he liked.
Now, he was in debt to Phoenix. The money for his work would never be enough to thank him for his hard work; and that was the same for any client. Phoenix had proved him not guilty of a crime, keeping his already somewhat messy reputation from falling under, which saved him from not only prison, but his hopes of continuing work as a prosecutor. He doubted he would jump right on that after this holiday period- on the other hand, a part of him never wanted to venture in to his office again, and especially not the courtroom.
After spending a long night in, watching the snow softly falling outside of his window, Edgeworth finally decided to bring himself in to the atmosphere his body secretly craved. Watching wasn't the same as feeling- he craved the cold snow across his skin, in his hair, and the bitterly cold air licking against his pale complexion.
After dressing appropriately, Edgeworth let himself outside. Just as he thought, the cold air brushed up against his cheeks and woke him up from his daze somewhat. He cuddled his thick coat tighter around himself, finally perching himself upon a bench, watching the sunset from his spot. He was beginning to feel serene and perhaps even calm by this point. Edgeworth mentally congratulated himself for being able to clear his mind so quickly. It wasnâ??t like his sinister mood was anything out of the ordinary. However, he would have expected the post-freedom high to lift his spirits by now. Apparently not. Edgeworth gave a wry grin and a shake of his head. Typical of him. Oh well. He was a free man, after all. He could feel however the hell he liked.