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Ironically, the first colour Phoenix saw was grey.
The new, vibrant colours bleeding into his vision were merely an afterthought as he blinked at the grey, sparkling eyes of Miles Edgeworth. They widened as colour melted into his world from locking eyes with the accused, yet the determination in them did not waver. Phoenix let out a shallow, shaky breath the childish fear clouding his head being pushed out by a magnificent wonder.
His defender, his soulmate spoke poetic words of justice, words Phoenix had only heard on TV. Even when Miles looked away berating his classmates with Larry who now jumped to his aid, Phoenix couldn’t help but goggle in awe. He took in the deep red of his cardigan and the small patterns etched into his bow tie appreciating the small contrast in shades he had never seen before.
As the rest of the day went on Phoenix would marvel at the other sights, staring at his colouring pencils for a prolonged amount of time, catching Miles doing the same during one of his many frequent glances. He didn’t tell his classmates about the new world he was seeing even though he felt like he was about to burst from the excitement. He wanted to ramble about the sky, the grass, the rusty swing set visible from the classroom window, but he bit his lip. Miles hadn’t mentioned anything so why should Phoenix?
However, this wasn’t going to stop Phoenix from pouncing on Miles the second class ended.
“Hi!”
Miles haltered to a stop looking up from packing his bag, his pale cheeks dusted a light pink and Phoenix was grateful he could see it “Hi.”
Phoenix beamed “Thank you so much for standing up for me!”
Miles blinked at his enthusiasm “It was only right. There was no proof of your guilt.”
“Still,” Phoenix emphasised “I’m sorry about your money though.”
“It’s okay,” Miles replied shrugging his backpack onto his shoulders “I haven’t thought much of it.”
“Really?” Phoenix questioned leaning forward “How come?”
Miles nodded his head shyly as the two began to exit the classroom “Did you not find it hard to concentrate after...?”
Phoenix smiled as Miles trailed off staring at the gravel “Which one’s your favourite?”
Miles furrowed his eyebrows “What?”
Abruptly Phoenix dropped his bag onto the ground and began to dig through it. Miles looked down at him shifting in his place slightly.
“Ah!” Phoenix pulled out his slightly tattered carton of colouring pencils, jumping up to Miles’ height and holding them out proudly “Which one is your favourite?”
Miles looked to the colours then back up to Phoenix then to the colours and back to Phoenix. A small smile flickered on his face as he scanned the colours carefully taking them in.
“I-” he looked up from the pencils “I really like the colour of your eyes.”
Phoenix was taken aback, his grip on the pencils tightening “M-my eyes?”
“Yes, they’re two different colours,” Miles elaborated clearing his throat “They’re quite nice.”
Phoenix grinned “My Mom always told me that! Half of me thought she was lying.”
“She wasn’t,” Miles assured “I used to pout when my dad told me about my grey eyes.”
“I like your eyes!” Phoenix insisted perhaps a bit too loudly.
Miles smiled sheepishly “Thank you.”
They stared for a moment in silence before Phoenix burst out into a fit of giggles.
“Do you want to hang out with me and my friend?” Phoenix asked, eyes bright.
Miles hesitated for a moment before giving a firm nod “Okay.”
Phoenix grinned as the two walked side by side to the school gate where Larry waited impatiently. They neglected to tell him about their newfound colour sight. Considering how obsessed Larry was with girls Phoenix could only assume he’d be insufferable if he found out they were soulmates. He didn’t think too much on that aspect, he just enjoyed having a new friend.
They had time to figure the rest out when they were older.
---
Phoenix felt like his world was shattering, His throat was still sore from gagging down Dahlia’s necklace and his heart felt like it has been torn out of his chest. He’d trusted her, sure he knew they weren’t soulmates, but he wasn’t sure that mattered because he loved her. He thought she loved him too.
As he entered the defence chambers, he thrashed out of his sweater feeling like an idiot. He threw it on the coffee table causing a stack of papers to fall to the floor. And although, Phoenix was angry he wasn’t an asshole, so he knelt to pick up the papers. He smacked the papers back on the table uninterested until a blown-up picture caught his eye.
He ignored the rest of the papers gripping the news article in his hand and moving to sit on the couch. He stared at the photo of his friend that had disappeared long ago. He always wondered what it would feel like to see him again. He imagined an overwhelming sense of joy and relief at the sight of those brilliant, inspirational eyes.
He felt none of those things. He stared into soulless, sunken eyes on an expression laced with sadness. Although he stood as proud as ever the fire was gone from him, the determination and the clear sense that he believed in his cause was null. He scanned through the article feeling his confusion being replaced by pity.
Phoenix let out a breath, shaking his head “Demon Prosecutor?”
“Are you doing okay?”
Phoenix jumped despite the soft tone to Mia Fey’s voice. She looked at him with a soft smile and comforting eyes taking the seat next to him.
Phoenix sniffed “Yeah, yeah I’ll be okay.”
“That couldn’t have been easy Phoenix. I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Mia continued “But you’ll be better for it. Dahlia was no good for you trust me.”
Phoenix glanced to the sweater “You’re right. Thanks for all your help,” he mustered up a smile to reflect his thanks.
Mia let the silence stretch for a moment “You’re a sweet kid you know? Is there anything I can do to ease the blow?”
Phoenix looked down to the newspaper immediately “Actually Mia,” he held up the paper “do you know this prosecutor?”
Mia’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but she answered anyway “Of course I do. That’s Miles Edgeworth. Some young upstart, successor to Manfred Von Karma. Apparently, he’s never lost a case.”
“But you don’t know him personally?” Phoenix pressed.
Mia shook her head, almost laughing “No. I doubt he’d give me the time of day if I’m honest. He’s known for being arrogant and rude.”
“Arrogant and rude?” Phoenix repeated in disbelief.
Mia let out a small, awkward chuckle “Is there a reason you’re asking all this?”
“I-” Phoenix let the newspaper go limp “I’ve been thinking about taking some law classes.”
“Go on?” Mia asked in a mix of intrigue and surprise.
“The way you helped me today, the way you found the truth and persisted no matter how bad it was going for you was... for lack of better phrasing amazing,” Phoenix complimented making Mia’s eyebrows raise “I want to do that for people,” he glanced down to the newspaper and said more earnestly “I want to help.”
Mia’s face twisted in realisation “I take it you know this prosecutor?”
Phoenix just nodded, his grip on the newspaper tightening.
Mia let out a breath through her nose as a smile spread across her face “You sure know how to pick them Phoenix.”
Phoenix turned red “I didn-”
“Never mind that,” Mia waved her hand in dismissal a sharp grin spreading across her face "Let's talk law.”
---
For a moment Phoenix felt like the colour was draining from around him. He had lost Mia and now the man he had changed the trajectory of his life for was staring at him with such a fierce hatred that it made Phoenix turn cold. He wanted to grip him by the collar and shake him until he came to his senses, yell at him about his past beliefs of truth and integrity. But mostly, he wanted to cup his face and ask him what happened? What went wrong? Was he okay?
Phoenix cursed himself for those feelings. The man had accused him of murder, and he wanted to know if he was okay? It was ridiculous, it was foolish, but it was Miles and Phoenix couldn’t help it.
He never could when it came to him.
---
He’d finally seen the spark return to his eyes. He could have won the case, could’ve easily claimed his victory as his reputation demanded he should but he didn’t. He had fought for the truth, something he once spoke of like gospel. As the man stood before him, he felt a sense of hope.
“In retrospect, it would have been better had we not met,” Edgeworth didn’t look at him as he spoke staring to the floor instead “Thanks to you, I am saddled with unnecessary... feelings.”
Phoenix’s mouth dropped open slightly, he stopped his mind from running with the statement “Unnecessary feelings?”
Edgeworth looked up to meet his eye, a cold yet shaky stare “Yes. Unease... and uncertainty.”
“Aren’t those kind of,” Phoenix paused at the obviousness of it all “necessary?”
Edgeworth looked away again, scoffing at the statement “They only serve to get in my way. You listen to me Phoenix Wright,” he locked his eyes with Phoenix, a fierce harsh gaze “Don’t ever show your face in front of me again.”
He turned sharply on his heals and walked away. Phoenix watched as he went, he felt as if he was nine again watching the back of his friend disappear as he held onto the hand of a scary man, hoping they’d see each other again soon. He took a short step, an instinct to follow him but he fell short. He had tried, he had tried so hard. He’d sent letters, he’d asked old classmates, hell he passed the bar.
Maybe it wasn’t his job to chase him anymore. Maybe it was time to let him go.
“You’re not going after him?” Maya asked meekly “It seems like you two have history.”
“No,” Phoenix shut his eyes for a moment. Shutting out the colour that Miles had gifted him, hating the constant reminder of his connection to the prosecutor. He shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his mind of the man. He felt Maya’s wide eyes peering into him and pulled himself together.
“Let’s go Maya,” He exited the courthouse, Maya awkwardly by his side failing to stop Miles Edgeworth from clawing his way into his mind.
---
When Phoenix saw Edgeworth’s face plastered on morning news declaring he was a suspected murderer he wasted no time in forgetting about letting him go and rushing to the detention centre. Maya had brutality teased him for it, but Phoenix knew he shouldn’t have been surprised with himself. He’d like to think it was his connection through the universe that kept him so loyal to a man who wanted nothing to do with him but deep in his heart Phoenix knew it wasn’t. In any universe bound or not, Phoenix would chase Miles Edgeworth.
Edgeworth’s face scrunched up when he was brought to the glass Phoenix stood behind “Did I not make myself clear the last time Wright?”
“I think the circumstances of that agreement have changed,” Phoenix replied dryly before softening his tone “How are you?”
Edgeworth seemed startled at the question, but he quickly composed himself “I’m being accused of a murder Wright what do you think?”
Phoenix cringed as Maya jumped into action “That’s why we’re here Mr Edgeworth!”
Edgeworth narrowed his gaze at the pair “To offer your condolences?”
“No!” Maya said, scrunching her hands into fists “To defend you!”
Edgeworth looked at Phoenix, seeking confirmation. When Phoenix replied with a small but firm nod, he shook his head as if scolding them “Don’t be foolish.”
“What?” Maya’s face fell slack.
Phoenix grew tired of his pride “I suppose you already have a fancy attorney then?”
Edgeworth sharpened his glare “No defence attorney with half a brain would take my case.”
“And why’s that?” Phoenix questioned hiding his disbelief.
“Manfred Von Karma is the prosecutor,” Edgeworth explained, an irritated twinge to his voice at the mention of his name.
“Manfred Von Karma?” Maya asked glancing to Phoenix in confusion.
Edgeworth answered for him “Von Karma is a legendary prosecutor. Hes’s ruthless in court, he’ll do whatever it takes to get a guilty verdict. Not once has he lost a case, and he doesn’t intend to start now... not even for someone he raised.”
Maya audibly gasped as Edgeworth continued “To go against him in a case so directly pinning me as guilty would mean already accepting your defeat. It’s pointless to try.”
Phoenix ignored the last sentence “Pinning you as guilty? So, you admit you’re not guilty?”
Edgeworth stared at him for a long moment “I’m not.”
“That’s all I needed to hear,” Phoenix plucked his attorney badge from his collar and presented it clearly to Edgeworth “Miles Edgeworth I would like to take on your case.”
Edgeworth stared at the glimmering badge with a blank expression before looking to Maya “Ms Fey, would you leave us for a moment?”
Maya, who had jumped at the mention of her name nodded “Of course!”
She scampered from the room leaving Phoenix with a thumbs up for good luck and an awkward goodbye to Edgeworth.
“Wright,” Edgeworth said through gritted teeth “Stop this nonsense.”
“Excuse me?” Phoenix reeled back at the venom on his tongue “Edgeworth I know what I’m doing. Jeez I knew you didn’t like me, but I didn’t think you thought I was this incompetent-”
“This is not about your capability in your profession,” Edgeworth cut him off with a snap.
Phoenix frowned “Then what is it about? Too prideful to ask for help? Edgeworth, I want to help you all you have to do is let me.”
“When are you going to let go of this obligation you feel you have towards me?” Edgeworth spat, his frustration flowing from him.
“Obligation?” Phoenix asked, eyebrows raising.
“I understand you must be the poetic type,” Edgeworth rolled his eyes “Soulmates and soulbonds must mean a lot to you but wake up! Just because you can see a bit better because of me does not mean you have a responsibility to me,” Pheonix’s jaw fell slack. “All these years and you still haven’t realised I am not your obligation.,” There was a slight desperation to Edgeworth’s voice as if urging phoenix to listen “In truth, soulmates mean nothing so let go of your fantasy and don’t waste yourself on me.”
Phoenix’s anger boiled in him “You think I’m doing this out of some obligation? You think I sent those letters and came here today because I can see colour now?” His anger festered as Miles only gave him a singular nod in response “How stupid are you?”
“I beg your pard-”
“Edgeworth, I don’t care about the soulmate thing!” Phoenix exclaimed. exasperated “Have you ever thought that maybe I’m doing these things because I care? Because you were my best friend and now, you’re completely miserable,” Edgeworth’s eyes widened at Phoenix’s unapologetic honesty “Miles I’m not looking for some fairytale soulmate story, I want to help because I know you’re still the same kid who defended me when it felt like the entire world was against me. You were in my corner when no one else was,” His voice softened, his anger weakening “Let me do that for you, because I knew the moment I saw it on the news this wasn’t true. I want to find out the truth, I know you do too.”
Edgeworth took a deep breath, taking in his ramblings before connecting his gaze with Phoenix “It’s still a risky case Phoenix.”
Phoenix tried not to react at the usage of his first name “Risks are what I do,” he leaned forward closer to the glass separating them “What do you say?”
Edgeworth gave him a long, hard stare.
“Still as stupid as ever Wright.”
---
The confetti fell as soon as the judge uttered the words from his mouth. Not guilty. Phoenix felt a tidal wave of relief crash over him as Von Karma was dragged from sight and Edgeworth was released from custody. Maya yelped loudly, jumping and pulling Phoenix into a bear hug. He welcomed the warmth, letting the stress of the past few days go.
When he looked to Edgeworth, Edgeworth was already staring. His expression was hard to decipher in Phoenix’s mind at least, it seemed to be a mix of awe, relief perhaps even gratefulness. Maya of course noticed his attention was no longer on her and shoved him towards the defence chambers. Phoenix took the hint and gestured for Edgeworth to follow as he left the courtroom.
“Wright,” Edgeworth said the moment they were inside “I- I don’t know what to say.”
“A thank you will do,” Phoenix teased giving him a cheeky grin.
“But it won’t,” Edgeworth countered, fully serious “After all I’ve done it won’t.”
Phoenix scrunched up his face, chuckling “I just proved you not guilty if you’re forgetting.”
“Even after I was so ready to accept defeat,” Edgeworth added “Even after I was convinced of my guilt, you still stood up for me.”
Phoenix blinked not used to this openness “Uh- if this is about that obligation thing-”
“It’s not,” Edgeworth assured giving him a small smile “Thank you Wright, truly.”
Phoenix’s mouth spread into a warm smile “It’s what I do.”
“You know,” Edgeworth looked almost bashful “for a moment in there, it really felt like we were kids again.”
Phoenix beamed agreeing “Only the roles were reversed.”
“And it was over matters far less trivial,” Phoenix laughed at the understatement, Edgeworth’s smile grew as he laughed “You really haven’t changed much Phoenix.”
Phoenix felt a warm flush spread on his cheeks from his eyes boring into him “Deep down you really haven’t either.”
“Perhaps,” Edgeworth hummed “It seems neither has Larry?”
Phoenix cringed “He’s Larry. Did you expect him to?”
Edgeworth chuckled lightly “I suppose I didn’t. So, you kept in contact all these years?”
Phoenix nodded “Yeah, he can be a pain but when it counts, he can surprise you,” Phoenix pointed in his face “But don’t you dare tell him I said that.”
Edgeworth pushed his hand away “I didn’t plan on it.”
Phoenix bit the bullet “Maybe you could plan to tell him something though,” Edgeworth raised an eyebrow making Phoenix realise how stupid that came out “What I mean is- we could meet up? Us three, just like old times.”
Edgeworth’s face spread into the softest smile Phoenix had seen on him since they were kids “That could be agreeable. Perhaps I could get your number to further discuss this?”
Phoenix tried not to jump at the offer “Of course!” He failed, immediately reaching for his bag “Let me just grab my ph-”
“You kept the keychain?”
Phoenix froze looking to his bag in horror to see his blue keychain still hanging from it as it had since he got it, identical to Edgeworth’s red one and Larry’s orange they had purchased as kids.
“I-” Phoenix gulped “Well you see-”
“And I thought I was foolish for keeping mine,” Edgeworth laughed as if he didn’t just make Phoenix elate with joy “I would’ve thought you had got rid of it long ago. What made you keep it so long?”
“Well I-” Phoenix swallowed his pride, opting for the truth “I mean when you moved away it was like I still had something to remember you by and then I suppose I kept it as a reminder of you,” Edgeworth stared as Phoenix’s shoulders raised, sinking into himself “That’s not weird is it? I mean I suppose colour itself would’ve been enough of a reminder but-”
“Your kindness is truly astonishing Wright,” Edgeworth cut him off with one blow to the heart.
Phoenix almost staggered back “Wow,” he rubbed the back of his neck “jeez, now I don’t know what to say.”
“Say cheese!” Maya appeared as if from thin air.
“What Maya-” Phoenix hissed.
“Come on we have to get a photo!” Maya pleaded “Lota’s insistent and we need something to decorate the office with besides a plant.”
“You leave Charley alone-”
“Alright y’all!” Lota clapped her hands together “I wanna hear everybody say not guilty!”
In the end the photo was chaos, Gumshoe had somehow found confetti, Maya had pulled a banner out startling Larry and confusing Phoenix, all the while Edgeworth looked to him with a smug expression.
Phoenix still had it framed.
---
“Turns out the entire time she had a soulmate!” Larry exclaimed dramatically clutching his pint close to his chest “She was using me, Nickie! Using me!”
Phoenix gave him a blank stare “Wow Larry I have no idea how that must be feel.”
His monotone tone was something even Larry could catch onto “I’m sorry Nick I shouldn’t be complaining. I mean with all you’re going through-”
“It’s okay,” Phoenix shrugged “It’s my own fault, I know how your relationship issues triple when you’re drunk.”
Larry placed his beer down on the table of their booth “Nick you haven’t really talked about Edge-”
“Don’t say his name,” Phoenix snapped.
Larry sobered “Okay. You haven’t talked about the incident since it happened. You can talk to me.”
“I’m fine,” Phoenix said taking a large swig from his own beer.
“Nick,” Larry said his voice full of concern “You’re not.”
Phoenix felt tears fill his eyes. He opened his mouth to respond but a low sob fell out instead. Without another word Larry wrapped an arm around Phoenix’s shoulders, he turned into his shirt shamefully soaking it as Larry assured him it was okay, rubbing his back. Phoenix wanted to push away, reassure his friend that he was fine, good even, but he couldn’t find the strength within him. His drunken mind could only conjure up pictures of Miles, his smile, his proud and smug expression, the small trust hidden in his eyes by the vulnerable shield encasing them during his trial. Phoenix wanted to face him, to grab him and yell about how selfish he was being.
He could hide from the world, but he couldn’t hide from Phoenix. For every time he woke up to a colourful world, he was reminded that Miles was still out there. Alive despite ‘choosing death.’ Still running, still disregarding Phoenix’s entire existence. It filled him with a mixture of anger, sadness and most of all frustration. Because in the end he was powerless, he had no idea how he could find Miles and even if he could he was afraid he’d crumble under his gaze. He refused to let his sadness overpower his anger, no matter how many times he’d stare at his blue keychain and wonder where the matching half was.
Finally, all Phoenix could choke out was “He didn’t even say goodbye.”
---
Miles felt bad of course.
No, bad was an understatement he felt completely abhorrent for what he had done. Leaving or perhaps abandoning both Phoenix and Franziska without anything but a note was objectively a horrible thing to do.
In his unhonourable defence, he didn’t plan it like this. A part of him had let go when he left that note, it just so happened that he was able to find the fighting spirit still in him. It had taken him time, taken weeks of self reflection and searching through feelings he was taught to push down but he had eventually found it. And in finding this meaning, he was able to muster the courage to return.
He wasn’t a fool. He knew it wouldn’t be a reunion of children’s tales where everything was forgiven and the relief of seeing the other again clouded any senses of hurt or anger. Phoenix and his sister would be angry, as they’d have every right to be. He knew Franziska would be downright furious, no doubt he’d face hours of berating and most likely a lashing of her whip when he saw her again.
He expected a fierce rage from her but he’s not sure what he expected of Phoenix. Anger? Definitely. Hurt? Most likely. On the plane back to Japanifornia he contemplated all these possibilities, but nothing could have prepared him for the outcome.
Phoenix didn’t blow up, he didn’t yell or shove him, he didn’t even glare really. There was an initial hostile response to which Edgeworth responded with witty remarks and made a futile attempt to offer Phoenix his aid. Phoenix didn’t respond with his own clever retorts like he always had, he didn’t seem swayed by his offer. He looked tired, spiteful and disappointed when he called Miles selfish, and Miles found it was worse than anger.
He looked to him with dead, sunken eyes so different from how Miles had seen them sparkle and told him it would be better if had actually died, if he had never returned. And while Miles felt it was warranted, he couldn’t help but feel like an anvil had dropped in his stomach. He refused to let it show, too preoccupied with his own concern towards Phoenix. His hair was dishevelled his clothes wrinkled and worn in. He clearly hadn’t slept in at least a day.
In an effort to ignite the fire once uncontrollable in Phoenix, Miles has pushed an already ruined man, asking him to proclaim his own reasoning behind fighting in the courtroom. It worked partly though his answer was exactly what Miles expected from him. A heartfelt speech about saving his client and not allowing ego-driven prosecutors to rule law. Miles cannot say he wasn’t fond of the idealism of his, despite the jabs Phoenix threw at him.
He shook his head “It looks like there is still a lot you have left to learn.”
And out of everything Miles had said this is what cracked Phoenix “A lot I have left to learn? Me?” Phoenix gave a dry, sour laugh “No Edgeworth you’re the one who needs to wise up a bit,” His voice was raising, his tone sharpening. Miles made no move to stop him. “You left! You left without a word or an explanation. All because of what? Stupid pride, some unrealistic perfectionism that I thought you let go of,” He let out a harsh breath, “God I really thought you’d changed. And do you want to know the kicker?” Phoenix laughed hysterically, madly “I was proud. I was so proud. And then you left, and I just felt like an idiot because of course you haven’t changed. Why would you when you can just disappear? But guess what?” He stepped forward and Pearls skirted from the way of his anger. His voice stayed harsh, but he lowered his volume so only Miles could hear “You can’t. Because every time I opened my fucking eyes, I knew you were still out there, still avoiding the world like a coward.”
Miles kept his chin up, their gazes interlocked “I had to leave Phoenix.”
Phoenix scoffed bitterly, taking a step back “Sure.”
To his credit, it wasn’t a lie. Despite his regrets Miles knows he couldn’t have stayed. He couldn’t have truly changed without his departure. Still, as he looks at Phoenix already stressed and now carrying the fury of his return Miles wants to turn back time.
Phoenix snapped out of his anger when Pearls sniffed slightly. His eyes fell to her and his gaze softened, seemingly remembering their troubles weren’t for a child to witness. He takes a step to leave but stopped in his tracks.
He sighed “Look if I’m honest I’m desperate for a lead in this case so even though I’d rather be doing anything else,” he fished into his bag and pulled out the case file revealing a photo of Adrien Andrews’ mentor Celeste Inpax “What do you know about her?”
Miles took a breath and told him.
---
Wright clung to Maya like she might just disappear if he let her go. Miles watched from a distance unable to stop a small smile from gracing his lips. Maya had collapsed into his and Pearls’ arms the second she had saw them. Her composure had broken, and the relief had overtaken her causing her to sob into Phoenix’s already in need of a wash suit.
After a moment, Miles elected he shouldn’t be intruding on the private moment and made moves to take his leave. However, before he could get very far a loud yell stopped him.
“Hey Mr Edgeworth!” Maya Fey yelled over; her voice slightly hoarse from the tears “You can’t leave without letting me thank you!”
Miles blinked, standing in his spot. He looked to Phoenix unwilling to ruin his reunion with his awkward presence.
In some miracle Phoenix smiled, grinned even “Yeah Edgeworth you can’t leave just yet.”
And if Miles wasn’t trained in regulating his emotions it would’ve been just enough to make him crumble. He steps towards the three stiffly as if poorly rehearsed. Pearls (bless her) was the first to break the tension, grabbing Miles’ leg in a hug that would strain his blood circulation.
“Thank you for saving Mystic Maya!” She practically bawled out, looking up at him with wet, wide eyes.
“Well, it wasn’t really me perse-” Edgeworth sputtered out.
Maya laughed, punching his arm “Now you’re humble? Of all times?” She gave him a grateful smile “Thank you so much,” she leaned in closer bringing her voice to a whisper “Now I know why Nick talked you up all those years.”
And yes, Miled hated himself a bit when he felt the blush creep up his neck.
Phoenix pulled her back by the shoulder “What are you conspiring about?”
Maya giggled sending Miles a wink. Phoenix fought off a smile shaking his head fondly.
“This one,” Phoenix said like a parent, he looks to Miles with a smile “Thanks for bringing her home, Miles.”
The blush definitely grew “It was my pleasure. If any of you ever require my assistance again” he placed a gentle hand on Pearls’ shoulder “Please don’t hesitate to contact me.”
Maya beamed “Aw hell, Pearly I’m following your lead,” Maya grabbed Miles and engulfed him into a hug.
Miles let out a winded noise from her grip making Phoenix let out a bark of laughter. He stiffly reciprocated the hug, thinking faintly of the strength the fey family possesses. He connected eyes with Phoenix from over Maya’s shoulder. Phoenix offered him a soft smile and though it’s not as obvious as the two Feys gripping him it spoke volumes.
It's a smile of friendship, a smile of forgiveness. Miles knew it wasn’t that simple, he knew true forgiveness didn’t come so easy. That Miles would have to consistently and continuously prove himself to be a better person but for now it was everything Miles could want and more.
He smiled back.
---
Green.
Blue.
Yellow.
Blue.
Red.
Green.
Green.
His leg was bouncing, his fingers drumming on the car seat of the taxi, and he couldn’t stop looking out the window.
Blue.
Orange.
He dared not to close them, his blinks few and sparse, fuelled by fear that once he opened his eyes again the colour would be drained from the world around him. As long as he could still see the colours that encompassed the world, Phoenix was still breathing.
Miles wasted no time paying the driver and practically jumping from the taxi once they reached the hospital. He rushed through the doors, startling both the receptionist and those in the waiting room. He approached the desk in a rush and the woman behind it looked at him disapprovingly.
“I’d like to see Phoenix Wright,” Miles rudely demanded although he could not bring himself to feel sorry.
“Are you family?” She asked, clearly used to the stressful visitors.
“We’re soulmates,” Miles responded.
The receptionist nodded, taking a moment to look at her computer, typing in his name “He’s in room 21B. However, according to some of the notes on his profile I cannot guarantee he’ll be conscious when you get there.”
Miles thanked her briefly before speed walking down the corridor, quickly finding Phoenix’s room. He stalled for a moment outside the closed door, afraid of what he may find on the other side. He took a breath and looked around the room.
Blue.
He pushed the door open.
Phoenix fell to floor with a curse as he clambered from the bed.
“I’m shocked to see you're awake,” Miles said, feeling joy at the sight of Phoenix.
Phoenix’s head snapped up to him “Miles.”
He helped him back into his bed, telling him off for even trying to get up in the first place. Phoenix didn’t try to defend himself only laughed. A comforting, joyful sound. Once he was settled, Miles took the seat pulled up next to him.
“Not that I’m not happy to see you,” Phoenix started “But how did you know I was here?”
“I received a call from Larry,” Miles explained feeling a chill from the memory “He was crying and panicking saying you drowned. He made it sound quite serious.”
Phoenix cringed “No, fortunately I’m still alive but uh you already knew that,” he gestured lamely to his eyes.
“Mhm,” Miles hummed “Although I was rather worried.”
Phoenix gave him a sympathetic smile “Thanks for coming Miles, it means a lot,” his eyebrows furrowed “If you don’t mind me asking, why were in the country when you got the call from Larry?”
Miles felt himself flush, clearing his throat “Well, I wasn’t actually.”
“You weren’t?” Phoenix questioned, his head tilting like a confused puppy.
“No,” Miles confirmed feeling embarrassed “I charted a jet to get here when Larry contacted me.”
Phoenix’s eyes widened before his features softened and his tone sweetened “Miles.”
“I did think you were dying,” Miles meekly defended himself.
Phoenix smiled down at his hands “Still. I can’t believe you did that.”
“I can’t imagine not having done it,” Miles said before he could stop himself. With Phoenix's wide, intrigued eyes tearing into him Miles continued “On the flight over, multiple times it seemed like colour was becoming paler. It was my imagination of course, logically I knew that, but I was terrified. I thought I was losing you,” He gave Phoenix an earnest look “I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like when I left. I’m sorry Phoenix. I don’t think I can ever say that enough.”
A weak hand grasped his suddenly and Miles’ lips parted in a small gape. He looked to Phoenix’s mismatched eyes finding that they were remarkably close. Oh, and how, Miles was always enamoured with those eyes. Entrapped by their shine and their distinct fire.
“I’m just glad to have you back Miles,” Phoenix smiled, squeezing his hand.
And there’s a deeper meaning underlying it all that Miles has yet to address.
The sweet moment is quickly interrupted by Phoenix bursting into a fit of coughs and sputtering. Miles leant back from him, wary of the germs, although he keeps their hands locked.
“Sorry,” Phoenix held his free hand up in apology “I may not be dead, but I am sick.”
“It’s quite alright,” Miles handed him the tissues from the bedside locker which Phoenix gladly accepted.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Phoenix said as he wiped his nose “There’s no way I’m fit to defend like this even if they’d let me anywhere near the courthouse,” he let out a sigh of frustration “I wish I could just duplicate myself.”
He looked to Miles and his expressive eyes were alit with an idea “Hey Miles,” Miles looked to him with furrowed eyebrows “I have a favour to ask of you.”
---
Maya was the one to tell him.
She had called him all rushed words and emotion filled pleas, spluttering out the story the best she could through anxious breaths. Miles was patient, Miles was kind, Miles had listened.
And then he got on a plane the second Maya had said goodbye.
How could this have happened? He thought that same phrase to himself over and over although Maya had explained exactly how it had happened. Yet, Miles couldn’t seem to grasp it. Phoenix, debatably the best defence attorney of their generation, disbarred. Cast aside as if he hadn’t done wonders for so many victims, as if he hadn’t brought a whole new light to law, as if he was anything else but brilliant. He raged with injustice, he wanted to charge into court and challenge the ruling, he wanted to fight until everything was set right again.
But he didn’t. Instead, he made his way to the dingy building Phoenix called a home. Although anger burned in him like a forest fire Phoenix would not need that right now. Phoenix would need someone tranquil, to listen, to empathise, to help carry the pain.
Miles intended to be that for him.
It took several moments for the door to open after Miles had knocked, for a moment he had begun to think Phoenix was out. Just as he reached to knock again the door creaked open slowly. Miles’ hand fell to his side limply at the sight of the man. It wasn’t the stained sweatpants or the oversized hoodie or even the unshaven, scruffy face that made Miles heart shatter.
It was the fact, Phoenix Wright looked utterly, and wholeheartedly defeated.
The Phoenix Wright. A man who was known for looking loss in the eyes and challenging it with a laugh. A man who selflessly took on even the most impossible cases if it meant helping the innocent. A man who had looked at a guilt ridden Miles Edgeworth and decided they weren’t going to give up.
Defeated.
Phoenix froze at the sight of him, taking in a sharp inhale of breath. He couldn’t keep eye contact his eyes falling to the floor, looking both ashamed and worn out.
“Oh Phoenix,” it slipped out unintentionally.
“Don’t give me that,” Phoenix snapped although there was no real venom behind it, he lifted his head, but he still didn’t meet Miles’ eyeline “Who told you?”
“Ms Fey,” Edgeworth confessed, and Phoenix muttered something unintelligible “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Yeah, because I’m just dying to tell everyone about this,” his tongue dripped with sarcasm.
“You really don’t think I’d judge you for this?” Miles took Phoenix's silence as an answer “Phoenix, I am outraged, and I am vengeful but not one part of that in directed to you.”
He finally met his eyes “You don’t think I-” he choked up, unable to finish the sentence.
His voice was fragile, shaky and Miles wanted to tear down the world for him “I know you didn’t forge evidence. And I don’t know why this has happened to you, but I do know I will stop at nothing until it is set right.”
“God,” Phoenix breathed out, shaking his head “I thought- I thought maybe you’d think- that I- I-”
“I would never,” Miles stepped forward, closer to Phoenix “Phoenix, I know you. You would never.”
Phoenix sniffed blinking back tears, resorting to rubbing at his eyes vigorously in an attempt to block the tidal wave of emotions flowing from him. Miles pushing his own anxieties down took the leap to place a hand on Phoenix’s shoulder. Phoenix stuttered, his eyes flickering to the touch then to Miles’ face, searching.
“Don’t hide. Let go,” Miles squeezed his shoulder in a way he hoped to be comforting “I’m here to catch you. Phoenix, you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
Miles watched something shatter in Phoenix as his face crumbled and the tears started to flow freely down his cheeks. Miles pulled him into a hug and found Phoenix slot naturally in his arms as he stroked his back and let him cry. It was perhaps the most intimate moment Miles had ever experienced but he didn’t feel panicked or strange. He just felt an intense pain for the man he held and a further intensity to hold him until the spark could return to his eyes.
Phoenix was surely creasing his shirt was the tight grip he held it in, Miles responded with kind strokes to his hair which was loose, free from its usual spiked gel. His sobs became less frequent and the soaking off Miles’ shirt came to an end, but they still held each other, rocking from side to side on their heels.
“Mr Wright?”
Phoenix and Miles pulled away at the sound of the small, innocent voice. Miles turned to see a young girl clad in pyjamas and wrapped in a blanket standing in the hallway. Her brown hair was pulled into two pigtails, and she looked to Phoenix with big, aspiring eyes. Miles blinked in confusion, but Phoenix immediately put on a smile. A persona was put over his weariness as his eyes softened and his expression turned happy.
“Hey Trucy,” he said in a sweet tone “Did we wake you?”
She shook her head “I couldn’t sleep. I heard voices so I came out.” She peered around Phoenix to look at Miles.
“Ah,” he stepped aside “This is Miles Edgeworth my uh- good friend.”
She nodded still peering “It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you too,” Miles responded although he was very confused.
Phoenix gave him a small smile before turning back to Trucy “Now it’s late Trucy you really should be getting to sleep,” Trucy looked at her feet as if she were guilty “I get it, it can be hard to sleep sometimes,” he reached his hand out to her “A glass of warm milk has always helped me. Do you want to give it a try?”
Trucy visibly brightened as she reached over to take Phoenix’s hands.
Phoenix turned back to Miles “Come in, make yourself at home, I’ll just get Trucy back to bed.”
Miles finally stepped in from the hallway and made his way to the familiar couch in the living room. He would spend the night at Phoenix’ apartment, he would listen to the story of how Trucy ended up with Phoenix, he would listen to his vents and stresses, he would laugh when the conversation slipped into pleasantries and reminiscing.
And of course, like always, he would revel in Phoenix Wright.
---
“Uncle Miles!” Trucy practically screeched as she bounded over to him.
Miles who had just exited his flight terminal didn’t have a moment to get his bearings as Trucy flung herself into his arms. His bag fell to the side startling a few of his fellow passengers behind him as he caught Trucy with effort.
He let out a gruff groan “My Trucy! Have you gotten taller?”
She nodded into his shoulder enthusiastically “Daddy says I’ve grown!”
It had been four years since Miles had first had the pleasure of meeting Trucy Wright. The eight year old had turned larger than life once Phoenix had encouraged her to show Miles some of her magic tricks. Following her marvellous first impression where she somehow managed to pull Miles’ wallet out of her hat without him even knowing of its absence he became incredibly fond of the girl. In turn Trucy became attached to him, calling him regularly from her father's dingy phone until Miles had purchased her one for her twelfth birthday much to Phoenix’s protests.
Still, it was obvious Phoenix was glad for the bond the two had formed. It was many nights Phoenix would call Miles while panicking over his parenting skills or boasting about how proud of Trucy he was. Miles hadn’t thought him to be before Trucy but Phoenix Wright made an excellent father.
“Your father is quite correct,” Miles said as he placed Trucy on her feet again “Every time I see you you’ve grown another two inches.”
“Don’t I know it, she’s growing too fast,” Phoenix appeared to poke Trucy in her side causing her to let out an abrupt giggle.
Miles smiled unknowingly “Wright.”
“Hey Edgeworth,” he returned the smile, his hands idly in his pockets “How have you been?”
Miles smugly quirked an eyebrow “You ask as if we weren’t speaking yesterday.”
Phoenix rolled his eyes “Well yeah but I haven’t seen you in the flesh since,” he paused, thinking “France?”
“France,” Miles confirmed as he picked up his discarded luggage.
Phoenix let out a low whistle “Been awhile.”
“Too long!” Trucy chimed in, gripping Miles’ hand.
“Too long,” Phoenix echoed his daughter in agreement.
Miles felt a pang in his heart, sometimes the urge to drop his research and return home to the Wrights threatened to overtake him. He wouldn’t, he knew he wouldn’t, so he would have to settle for flying the Wrights out to whatever country he was in whenever he could and on the occasion, travelling home.
“Well, I’m here now,” Miles squeezed her hand.
“For a whole weekend,” Trucy added happily.
“Trucy I told you he can’t spend the entire weekend with us he has other things to do,” Phoenix shushed his daughter smiling apologetically at Miles.
“My meeting with the chief prosecutor will only be for today,” Miles reminded Trucy when she pouted “Then you have my undivided attention.” Her smile returned immediately.
Later that day once Miles had checked into his hotel and his meeting was concluded he attended dinner with the Wrights. Trucy was incredibly proud of her noodle dish which she wouldn’t let Phoenix help with despite him hovering in the kitchen the entire time. To repay them Miles promised to take them out to dinner the next night. Unbeknownst, to the Wrights, Miles had already booked a reservation at a restaurant Phoenix had spoken of though he knew he could never afford it.
The next night when their taxi pulled up outside the restaurant Phoenix smacked his arm “Edgeworth this place charges you for breathing their air!”
Miles waved off the exaggeration “It’s on me.”
Phoenix shook his head, exasperated “You do too much for us Miles.”
“Has it ever occurred to you that I want to?” Miles asked him, sincerely.
The moment was tense, filled with unspoken words and unvoiced emotions. Their eyes interlocked in a familiar battle. Right at that moment, the world melted from around him and Miles felt like they were the only two people on the planet.
That was until the taxi driver cleared his throat in search of payment.
Miles flushed, apologising and generously tipping them before he and the Wrights exited the taxi. Soon, they were seated in the gorgeous restaurant, at a classily decorated table. Although Miles was used to this kind of environment the Wrights gawked around like they’d entered an alien spaceship.
“I have no idea what anything on this menu means,” Phoenix said squinting at it “Am I insane or is this just gibberish?”
Miles chuckled “Give me a moment to go through the menu with Trucy then I can assist you,” Trucy, who’s expression replicated Phoenixs gawked at the children's menu only relaxing as Miles walked her through it.
Once put in simpler terms, Phoenix and Trucy were able to decide what to order just as the waiter appeared at their table with water. They scrawled their orders on a notepad and pen before disappearing again with a smile. Only a few moments passed before Phoenix’s phone began to loudly ring, causing those around him to glare as the steal samurai theme tune interrupted the classical music.
“Jeez,” Phoenix fished his phone out of his pocket “It’s Maya. Is it rude if I step out for a minute to talk to her? She hardly gets reception in Kurain and if I don’t answer when she does, I never hear the end of it.”
“Best not to upset her,” Miles agreed, excusing him.
“Thank you so much. I won’t be more than five minutes,” Phoenix said as he scurried from the table.
Miles watched him go until he was out of sight. He turned to Trucy who was swinging her legs beneath the table.
“Uncle Miles?” She started in a curious tone “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course you can,” Miles replied, leaning forward to show his interest.
“Well on Friday in school we learned about soulmates,” She began twirling her thumbs on top of the table.
“Oh?” Miles asked, intrigued “What did you learn?”
“I already knew some of the basic stuff. You look in their eyes and you see colour. They die and you go back to seeing grey yada yada,” Trucy recounted “But my teacher started a rant about how once you find your soulmate you’re going to be together forever and you’re meant to fall in love and what not,” Trucy cringed “It was weirdly personal. And now all the class will talk about is soulmates. Some girl met hers the day before and now everyone just seems to be in such a rush,” Trucy let out a sigh “It feels like a lot of pressure.”
“I see,” Miles took in the information “Trucy not everything is as black and white as your teacher seems to be saying. I’m sure she had a good experience with her soulmate which has shaped her perception but they're a lot more nuance than that.” Trucy looked at him for further explanation, so Miles continued “You see Trucy some people fall in love with someone who isn’t their soulmate, and they live perfectly happy lives together. Some people don’t have soulmates at all and have no interest in having one. Sometimes you meet your supposed soulmate, but you just don’t fall in love and that is just as valid as spending your life with your soulmate,” He took a breath, seeking the right words “Being with a soulmate is not an obligation, but a want. An intense love because you desire it, not the universe. It takes work, time and dedication. It may not happen right away.”
Trucy stared to him with wide, mesmerized eyes “Wow,” she smiled, her shoulders relaxing “That makes me feel less anxious about finding them one day.”
Miles’ face melted into a smile “I’m glad,” he realised Trucy had yet to ask the question she set out when the conversation started, “I’m sorry Trucy what was your question?”
Trucy’s cheeks turned red “Uh- if you don’t mind me asking,” she cleared her throat awkwardly “It’s just I know you can see colour, so I was just wondering- did you not love your soulmate?”
Miles is taken back by the question, he's sure his expression and body language reflect this once Trucy starts sputtering “Sorry that was way too personal I shouldn't of-”
“It’s quite alright Trucy,” Miles cut her off, a sad yet peaceful smile found his way to his lips “I happen to love him very much.”
It’s the first time he’s said it out loud, it feels as if a heavy weight had been wrenched from his shoulders. The freedom of the truth.
Trucy’s face turned to pity “He didn’t love you?”
“I-” Miles stopped, hesitating to answer, “I suppose we’ve never talked about it.”
Trucy frowned, her eyebrows furrowing. In a stern, monotone voice she said, “Well that’s silly.”
Miles laughed. He couldn’t help it. So dryly and blatantly put Miles saw it for what it was. Silly.
“It is silly,” Miles agreed through his laughter.
“What’s silly?” Phoenix questioned, sneaking up on the pair as he sat back onto his chair.
To Miles’ great relief Trucy knew better then to share the topic of discussion “Just a new magic trick I was thinking of.”
“Do tell,” Phoenix placed a hand on his chin, looking directly at Miles “She isn’t going to set anything on fire, is she?”
Miles simply shrugged “You’ll have to wait and see.”
“You two are plotting against me,” Phoenix narrowed his eyes at the pair.
Miles winked at Trucy causing her to burst into a fit of giggles. Phoenix started to berate the both of them in a joking manner and Miles felt astounded at how natural it was. How perfectly he felt he slotted into the Wright family. He shook his head at the thought, willing himself not to jump into a fantasy. But he couldn’t stop himself when he looked to Phoenix and saw the sun.
---
The only thing harder than trying to control Trucy in a foreign country, was trying to control Maya in a foreign country. Miles had invited not only Phoenix and Trucy but also Maya on his trip to Germany. He and Phoenix both were concerned for their sisters, considering Franziska was a workaholic and Maya had not let herself take a break from training. The men decided they were due a vacation. And what better way to convince them then to tell the other it was their girlfriends' idea?
“Nick!” Maya yelled, eyes mesmerised as she took a bite into a bratwurst she bought from a cart “Why did you never tell me about the food here before?”
Maya was proving to be quite the challenge.
Considering she had never been further than Kurain and Japanfornia she walked around Germany, wide eyed and dazzled. According to Phoenix, she had been even worse in the airport, ogling at the security scanners and pointing dramatically at the planes.
“Because he is a fool dear,” Franziska replied with ease.
Franziska was not much better.
“We do a nice thing for them, and this is what we get?” Phoenix turned to Miles a dry look on his face.
“Did you expect anything better?” Miles replied replicating his expression.
“Talking about us right in front of our faces?” Franziska scoffed “Trucy has more class than you.”
“Well thank you for complimenting my parenting,” Phoenix grinned “I’ve worked hard on this one's manners.” He ruffled Trucy’s hair.
Trucy looking offended by this almost spat out her own bratwurst “Excuse me!” she exclaimed “I’ve always had excellent manners. Right Uncle Miles?”
And how could he disagree with her “For as long as I’ve known you dear.”
Phoenix rounded on him “She took your wallet when you first met.”
Miles shrugged “Rather eloquently.”
“You’re just disagreeing with me for the sake of disagreeing with me,” Phoenix pouted.
“He truly is a prosecutor,” Maya smirked.
Phoenix let out a bark of laughter reaching to high five Maya while Miles and Franziska tutted disapprovingly.
Trucy not all that invested in the rivalry looked to her phone “Guys we should be getting back to the hotel if we want to start getting ready for dinner.”
“She’s right,” Franziska agreed “It’s quite formal, we wouldn't want to show up looking like-” she paused giving a pointed look to Phoenix.
“You’re always a delight,” Phoenix deadpanned.
They walked back to their hotel where they split into their rooms, agreeing to meet up again for dinner. Franziska and Maya were sharing a room, Miles had his own, and Phoenix shared a two bed with Trucy. Miles was ready quickly, just freshening up and changing his suit. After waiting a few moments by himself, he decided to go to Wright’s room so they could head together.
Phoenix opened the door and Miles’ breath hitched. He was dressed in a suit that Miles had bought him after he insisted, he couldn’t wear his old bright blue one. It was a deep, blue as to still stick to Phoenix’s style but to satisfy formality. It fit him nicer than his old one had, hugging him in all the right places. Although he wasn't clean shaven, he had cleaned up his patchy beard, now trim and clean. His hair was free from his tattered beanie, slicked back like he used to have it daily. Miles found his eyes trailing over his body until it reached the other man’s eyes. Still as breath taking as ever.
“Oh, hey Edgeworth,” Phoenix sounded a bit breathless himself, clearing his throat before continuing “You look great.”
Miles paused, he looked much like he always did “You look...”
Phoenix reached his hand up to rub his neck “Yeah, Maya stopped by to do Trucy’s hair. She said I looked like a whole new man.”
“No,” Miles blurted out “I wouldn’t say that.”
Phoenix quirked an eyebrow up “No?”
Miles struggled to find the words “I’ve always seen you this way.”
It came out without him thinking of the implications, this was highlighted but Phoenix’s cheeks steadily growing red.
“That’s-” Phoenix let out an airy breath “Thank you,” he paused licking his lips “Hey it’s pretty hectic in my room with Maya and Trucy in there. Would you want to go for a walk or something?”
He didn’t have to think twice “Sounds pleasant.”
Phoenix gave him a sheepish smile, calling back to the room to tell the girls he was leaving before joining Miles. They walked shoulder to shoulder from the hotel and out to the street. It was dark by then, the street lit only by streetlights and the dim illumination of the stars and moon above them. Miles led them, knowing the area better. They conversed naturally, the words flowing easily as they always had.
“I honestly think this one could work out,” Phoenix said in a convincing tone.
Miles gave him a sceptical look “Larry has never had a relationship last more than a month.”
“I know but this time just sees different,” Phoenix insisted “Larry introduced me to her last month, and she just seems so perfect for him. Like she can put up with his shit.”
Miles laughed as they stepped onto an isolated bridge “She must have the patience of a saint,” Phoenix gave an avid hum of agreement. “I do hope it works out for him despite it all.”
“Me too,” Phoenix’s steps stopped in the middle of the bridge. He turned to look out at the river, twinkling under the city lights “You know sometimes I think I’m a hypocrite.”
It was spoken as a joke, though Miles could sense underlying meaning beneath the surface. He took a moment to watch as Phoenix leant against the bridge railing “What do mean?”
He let out a small sigh “I’m always bashing on Larry for his relationships. But I’ve only ever had one competent one and she tried to kill me,” he let out a soft chuckle “Isn’t that ridiculous?”
His brow was furrowed uncomfortably, scrunched in thought. Miles moved to stand beside him “If it makes you feel any better, I think I have even less of an experience with romance than you.”
Phoenix glanced at him “You do?”
Miles hummed with a small nod “Dating wasn’t a priority in the Von Karma household,” his tone seemed bitter “I’ve had flings here and there but nothing that would last. Something like that wasn’t really an option.”
Phoenix let out a breath through his nose “Looks like we’re in the same boat.” He clunks their shoulders together. They stay pressed like that, leaning into each other.
Miles stared into the water beneath them “I don’t think your experience with Dahlia defines you, Phoenix.”
He heard him make a noise of intrigue “Really?”
“I think you doubt yourself far too much,” Miles admitted, feeling a need to help Phoenix realise just how special he was “You’re much more than what you give yourself credit for.”
He was keenly aware of Phoenix’s body pressed against his “Miles I’m a disbarred, disgraced lawyer.”
Miles shook his head vigorously “Disbarred you may be, disgraced you are not,” He turned his head to look at Phoenix, finding him already staring “Phoenix no one can erase all the good you’ve done for those you’ve represented. And that includes me. You must have realised you saved me?” Phoenix’s eyes widened slightly, dilating. “Not just from prison but from letting a monster consume my very being. I was lost, losing sense of what was right and wrong. But when I saw you again, I remembered everything I used to stand for. I was in awe,”
He would feel embarrassed blabbering like this if Phoenix wasn’t looking to him with astonished eyes. “If you can’t be proud of that then look at the perfect daughter you’ve raised and acknowledge you reflect in her. You are phenomenal in every way.”
God they were close, they were so close.
As he watched Phoenix, he thought of Trucy’s words. ‘Silly.’ Silly felt like an understatement now, Phoenix was peering into his very soul, unintentionally causing him to pour his heart out and he didn't even seem opposed. On the contrary Miles was watching Phoenix melt, his eyes locked to Miles’ face, hanging on to his every word, his body faced towards him, his breathing shallow.
The streetlights lit up Phoenix’s multicolour irises, the stars reflecting in his pupils. Miles reminisced back to the time he first saw them. The boy had been crying, round eyes wet and bloodshot as they filled with colour before the rest of the world followed. Something about them had entranced him, and they’d never set him free.
Miles now knew he didn’t want them to.
“In court, as a friend, as a- as a soulmate,” He saw the breath fail in Phoenix. “Phoenix you are anything anyone could ever dream of having, of holding, of-” he breathed a shaky breath “of loving.” Miles allowed himself to catch his breath as Phoenix made a small noise of surprise.
“Miles,” Phoenix finally said, his voice quiet, almost desperate “What are you saying?”
“I think-” Miles voiced the thought that had been consuming him for years “I think you really do have the most beautiful eyes.”
He saw something crack in Phoenix as he surged forward, kissing Miles with such intensity he found he had to grip the bridge railing so his knees wouldn’t buckle. With his other hand he gripped Phoenix’s forearm like a lifeline. Phoenix kissed like he bluffed, with a passion and a sense of sureness that comforted Miles to no end. There was an urgency and desperation to the kiss as if the years of longing were finally catching up on them, urging them forward. Phoenix’s stubble scraped him slightly, tickling at times, making Miles realise just how real it all was. Phoenix was real, Phoenix was his soulmate and Phoenix was kissing him.
Regrettably Miles pulled away to gasp for breath, their forwards pushed together in a need to be close to each other
“Wow,” Phoenix was the first to speak up though it was more of breath.
“Wow,” Miles repeated finding his lips curving into a smile.
Phoenix’s hands ran up his sides to the back of his neck in a gentle motion “That was worth the wait.”
Miles gave a soft chuckle “I am sorry it took my so long.”
“Don’t give me that I’m to blame too,” Phoenix hushed him gently “You have beautiful eyes too by the way.”
They laughed together, it was warm and gentle, and it was everything Miles has ever dreamed off.
“Miles?”
He hummed in response, concentrating on tracing circles into Phoenix’s back “Mhm?”
“Did you mean what you said about-” He teeth gnawed at his lips “about loving me?”
A few years ago, Miles would’ve lied but standing there staring into Phoenix’s eyes he refused to “Of course I love you, Phoenix. I have for some time,” Pheonix seemed floored by the confession. “You needn’t say it back.”
“Oh Miles,” Phoenix cupped his face in his hands “I’ve been waiting for years to tell you I love you too.”
Miles did what was bound to become a new addiction and kissed Phoenix again trying to communicate his love for the man. Phoenix responded in kind, sweetly humming against his lips causing Miles to run warm. Miles took the hand cupping his face and manoeuvred it to hold his own. He felt Phoenix smile against his lips causing fireworks to erupt in his mind.
Under the night sky, it felt like the world was made just for them. Deconstructing and constructing around them as they separated and found their way back together time and time again.
Later, they would receive many missed calls from Maya, Franziska and Trucy yelling that they were going to miss their reservation. They would arrive late, and Franziska would make a snide remark about the mess of their hair, completely oblivious to their blushes. For most of the dinner they would slyly hold hands under the table, clinking their feet together in secret.
They would tell the three soon but for now, for now the world was just theirs, and theirs alone.
---
“Miles.”
Phoenix answered the phone which such an overwhelming fondness Miles almost felt giddy “Hello dear. How are you?”
“I’m pretty good,” Phoenix answered, “Athena made a huge breakthrough in her case today, so I’m thrilled for her.”
“Wish Ms Cykes the best from me,” Miles told him as he sat on his bed “She’s against Klavier no?”
“She is,” Phoenix confirmed “Apollo has been extra helpful with her case since he found out. The only thing funnier than Apollo meeting his soulmate in court is Maya meeting hers on trial,” he snickered “Anyway love, how are you doing?”
“I’m well,” Miles replied honestly “I’ve actually called with a question.”
“Consider me intrigued,” Phoenix’s voice peaked, the sound muffled for a moment as he shuffled “Okay I’m sitting go.”
Miles smiled at his antics “Well... how would you feel about me coming home?”
“You know I always love your visits,” Phoenix spoke as if it was obvious “Trucy’s got a pretty big gig coming up it’d be great if you could come for that.”
“Right, yes,” Miles started “What I really meant was how would you feel about me coming home... permanently.”
The line is silent for a few moments “Permanently?”
Miles would have been wringing his hands together if it weren’t for one holding up his phone “I’ve been offered the position of Chief Prosecutor,” He was rushing through the words, “It’s been in the works for a while. I really should’ve told you, but I needed to wait for confirmation before I promised you anything.”
“Chief Prosecutor?” Phoenix exclaimed, the excitement building in his voice “Miles that’s amazing!”
“You think so?” He questioned, hopefully.
“Of course I think so!” Phoenix said, elated “God Miles I could have you here all the time. You’d be a bike ride away not an ocean.”
Miles bit his lip “About that,” he hesitated “Phoenix long distance has been exceptionally hard on us.”
“You can say that again,” Phoenix agreed with a huff.
“And now that I have the opportunity to be with you and Trucy I don’t think I want to waste a moment of it,” Miles wished he could read Phoenix’s expression at that moment “Phoenix, I’m asking you if you want to move in with me.”
Phoenix sucked in a breath “Oh Miles,” he could hear his dopey smile spreading “that sounds like a dream.”
Relieved doesn’t begin to cut what Miles felt “I was hoping to take you a Trucy to open houses on a visit before I return officially. I know Trucy would love a space dedicated to her magic and I was thinking you could use an office.”
“Is it dramatic to say I literally feel like I’m going to wake up as college me wishing I could get back to this wonderful dream?” Phoenix asked, sounding extraordinarily lovesick “I’m moving in with the love of my life and our beautiful daughter.”
Miles heard a sniffle “Phoenix? Are you crying?”
A louder sniff “Maybe a few happy tears,” he gasped “Oh my god Trucy is going to be so excited.”
“Is she home?” Miles asked unable to hide his own excitement.
“Yeah, she’s in her room. Do you want to tell her now?”
“Absolutely, put me on speaker,” Miles directed.
Phoenix did as he was told “Hey Truce! Can you come here for a second?”
He heard Trucy’s footsteps coming into the room “Yes Daddy? Is that Papa on the phone?”
“It is,” Phoenix’s voice replied.
“Hi Trucy,” Miles said through the phone “We just have a small question for you if you don’t mind.”
He heard her take a seat next to Phoenix “Yeah?”
Miles let Phoenix do the honours “Trucy, how would you like to see Papa every day?”
“You mean-”
“I’m coming home Trucy,” Miles smiled.
Miles recalled an ear splitting cheer or scream more accurately of excitement crackling the phone.
Just as the scream ended Phoenix added “We also want to buy a house togeth-”
Phoenix didn’t even get to finish his sentence before the scream erupted again.
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The world is beautiful.
It was easy to know that as kids when the world was colourful and new, and they owed it all to each other. Taking in each and every colour was instinct, an excessive, nagging want to keep discovering and learning. Nothing was as it seemed, blue was not blue but a colour of deep substance and meaning. Of choppy seas, of overwhelming sadness, of the sky on a summer’s day.
They had begun to lose that natural curiosity and wonder as they grew, as they separated. Blue was suddenly just blue. Life no longer sparked the desire to delve deeper. That would only result in heartache and hurt, so why try? They learned the hard way love would cause pain, would beat you down until you became black and bruised. Until you resented colour, until you willed for the world to go grey again.
But the world wouldn’t listen to their pleas as the world had other plans. Or perhaps deep down they did, perhaps deep down the wonderous children still remained giving a spark of hope to shells of men. Holding them together until they found their footing. Until they looked around at the world and saw red as passion, of love and hatred all the same. Hand in hand, the world transformed into poetry again.
Even on lazy days like these where the defence attorney and the prosecutor slept in, holding each other closely. The prosecutor, searching the blue and hazel in the defence’s irises writing scriptures for them mentally. While the defence appreciated the simple grey the prosecutor was graced with that many overlooked but he adored so.
“Which one is your favourite?” The defence had asked years before.
An impossible question. When life had so much to offer with each and every shade how could one choose? Each carried a story.
The oranges of the morning sun, shielding them. Their souls mixing together to form a beautiful shade of purple. The dark, murky black of their past creeping further away each day.
It was extraordinary.
It was life.
It was their past, present and future.
Together.
Covered in the colours of each other.