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(BACKDATED) [RL: - Monday, June 29; Sometime after 9pm | Phoenix]
Tuesday, June 30th, 2009 09:52 pmIt’s just a dream.
Like a mantra, Phoenix repeats the words in his head, distractedly pacing the small area behind his desk, fueled by a buzzing, nervous energy. His gaze remains determinedly forward, looking out the windows at the darkened hotel across the street, or determinedly on the floor, examining the wear and tear of the carpet, or determinedly on the ceiling, where the evidence of last year’s roof leak has taken the form of unsightly water stains; the tan patterns resemble faces, he notices, barely inches apart. He pauses, blinks at them, and promptly looks away.
His gaze remains determinedly anywhere that isn’t his computer monitor, because the image of Edgeworth leaning close, his lips only centimeters from brushing against the lips of Phoenix’s dream counterpart, is still burned on the screen, right where Phoenix, in a panic, had paused the video. He catches himself glancing at it and quickly shakes his head, but the image is already burned in his mind. It has been for the past several minutes.
He knows he shouldn’t have watched it. A few of the dreams he’d seen before felt terribly private, almost as if the community had hand-picked the worst, most personal, most soul-baring dreams to put up for everyone else’s viewing pleasure (he wouldn’t be surprised to find out that was the case), and he told himself he wasn’t going to watch anymore… but Edgeworth is his friend, and Phoenix is, by nature, a curious man. It’s a nature that tends to get the best of him at times, sure, but he makes an effort to live without regrets, at least.
( Only now he’s kind of afraid he might regret this. )
((OOC: In reference to this post. Aside from whatever conversation Phoenix is going to have with Edgeworth, this will be the last you see of Phoenix for a long time, as he's going to ~disappear for a while~, thus beginning my real hiatus. 8D
Love you all~! ♥))
Like a mantra, Phoenix repeats the words in his head, distractedly pacing the small area behind his desk, fueled by a buzzing, nervous energy. His gaze remains determinedly forward, looking out the windows at the darkened hotel across the street, or determinedly on the floor, examining the wear and tear of the carpet, or determinedly on the ceiling, where the evidence of last year’s roof leak has taken the form of unsightly water stains; the tan patterns resemble faces, he notices, barely inches apart. He pauses, blinks at them, and promptly looks away.
His gaze remains determinedly anywhere that isn’t his computer monitor, because the image of Edgeworth leaning close, his lips only centimeters from brushing against the lips of Phoenix’s dream counterpart, is still burned on the screen, right where Phoenix, in a panic, had paused the video. He catches himself glancing at it and quickly shakes his head, but the image is already burned in his mind. It has been for the past several minutes.
He knows he shouldn’t have watched it. A few of the dreams he’d seen before felt terribly private, almost as if the community had hand-picked the worst, most personal, most soul-baring dreams to put up for everyone else’s viewing pleasure (he wouldn’t be surprised to find out that was the case), and he told himself he wasn’t going to watch anymore… but Edgeworth is his friend, and Phoenix is, by nature, a curious man. It’s a nature that tends to get the best of him at times, sure, but he makes an effort to live without regrets, at least.
( Only now he’s kind of afraid he might regret this. )
((OOC: In reference to this post. Aside from whatever conversation Phoenix is going to have with Edgeworth, this will be the last you see of Phoenix for a long time, as he's going to ~disappear for a while~, thus beginning my real hiatus. 8D
Love you all~! ♥))
