Melissa Edgeworth: Demon Prosecutor

littlecrow-girl:

Kay gives a slight nod to show she had heard Melissa. Bringing the cup to her lips once more, she gulps down the rest of the tea in a sad attempt at easing her sorrow with the liquid comfort. The teacup is gently placed on a stand near the sofa and now with free hands, the girl takes this time to wipe away the tears in her eyes.

Her attention is brought to something furry wrapping itself around her ankle. Leaning down, Kay notices an orange colored kitten. Of all the colors cats could be, this one just had to be orange. Dismissing the thought as a dumb coincidence, she picks the fluff ball up and places it down in her lap. Stroking its’ soft fur, the thief chews on her lip and shifts her attention over to the prosecutor busy at work with a needle and tapestry.

Watching the other work was oddly relaxing, but that was short lived. The tears pooled in the corner of her eyes once more as guilt came flooding back. Melissa’s pale arms and hands working so skillfully was the exact opposite of how she was wherever Kay was concerned, but that was what the thief admired about her.

Inhaling a shaky breath, Kay decided to take Melissa up on her offer of asking for anything she needed. “W-Would you mind… holding me? Just for a moment… please?”

[Melissa was about to shoo the kitten away and scold it, but when Kay picks the thing up, she reconsiders. Aren’t animals supposed to raise a person’s mood? And so, the prosecutor simply continues in her work, slowly but surely bringing a little more of the pattern into being.

Kay’s request stuns Melissa. She wants to be…held? 

Isn’t that something that was normally requested of a significant other? Does Kay still feel that way about her? But why would she? She was, last time the woman checked, in a decently happy relationship with a certain orange idiot? 

Could he have done something to her? Melissa pushes down the irrational anger that accompanies the thought. This is Larry Butz we’re talking about here. He couldn’t hurt a fly even if he wanted to.]

I…w-well I suppose If I… If that’s what you… need… 

[Melissa puts her sewing aside and shifts awkwardly, somewhat unsure if she should make a move to embrace the girl first, or let Kay come to her.]

littlecrow-girl:

Melissa’s voice gives away her worry and curiosity at the situation presented before her, but Kay barely notices it. Staring into the cup of reddish-brown liquid, Kay sighs quietly before bringing the beverage to her lips, blowing on it, and taking a small sip. The taste was bitter, yet still sweet and it was something new. Oddly enough, it did make the girl feel slightly better, but it wasn’t enough compared to the overwhelming numbness that had taken a hold of her.

That was a good question. What was Kay doing here? “I… don’t know,” She spoke softly with a trembling voice, eyes never leaving their spot on the teacup. Surely that wasn’t a good enough reason to show up at someone’s doorstep looking like a tired mess so Kay tried speaking again. “I mean, I was walking to try and… clear my head and I guess I ended up here…”

It was a successful attempt at answering Melissa’s question and ignoring what her question really meant. If the prosecutor was told the truth about why she was here, Kay might not be able to face it. Speaking about how she had left Larry would make it all too real and the dam holding back the tears would surely rupture. She took another sip of the tea.

[Melissa nods and takes a sip of her own tea, which had already been sitting on the side table next to a rather large half finished tapestry.

Though she wants to know what exactly Kay had been wanting to clear her mind of, she doesn’t want to upset the girl further by prying. God knows she wouldn’t know how to deal with someone who is any more visibly upset. Perhaps if she simply left the girl to her own devices, she would feel better?]

Feel free to continue to try to clear your head or whatever else you need to do in the comfort of my home instead of out on the streets. 

If you need anything, you need only ask. 

[And with that, Melissa shoos one of the cats off of her embroidery, picks it up, and returns to working on it. Every so often, she casts a sidelong glance at Kay, but she says nothing.] 

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littlecrow-girl:

Mumbling a quiet ‘hey’, Kay is pulled into the cool air being indoors provides. Ten ‘o’ clock, huh? It seems Kay had yet to realize how long she had been wandering the streets. The worried look on Melissa’s face tightens the knot in her stomach, causing feelings of guilt to weigh her heart down lower in her chest.

Sitting silently on the couch, the thief noticed a small dog staring at her curiously from its’ spot on the couch. Without much thought, Kay places her hand on the pet’s head and gives the fur a gentle ruffle before she sat back against the couch and closed her eyes. She was still trying not to break down into a violent series of sobs.

Swallowing roughly, the girl cracks her hazed over eyes and glances over at Melissa who has now joined her on the couch. With shaky hands, Kay reaches out and takes the cup of tea from the prosecutor. It was still a little too hot to drink, so Kay sat staring into the cup blankly.

Unsure of what to say or how to even go about speaking, the young woman remains silent and hopes Melissa would be the first to break the silence.

[Melissa spends almost a full minute trying to think of something to say. She couldn’t say that she wasn’t worried about the girl, but she’s got no idea how to put that into words.]

So…

[What a wonderfully eloquent way to start a conversation. Well done, Melissa.

The prosecutor clears her throat before trying again.]

If you don’t mind my asking, what… brought you here?

[That’s not what she’d meant to ask at all. She’d meant to ask what had happened- what had upset the girl so much. Instead she sounded as if Kay was intruding on something. 

Hastily, she continues on.]

Not that I was particularly busy when you arrived, but I just.. wondered.

[Clearly, Melissa is extremely good at showing that she cares when she needs to.

not.] 

littlecrow-girl:

Unwilling to go home in her current state of mind, Kay needed fresh air more than anything. Her tired feet carried her through the streets of Los Angeles without direction. The summer air was warm and settled heavily in the thief’s chest. Shoulders hunched over, dull, green eyes were set on the grey pavement below. The break up hadn’t sunk in completely yet and Kay was only feeling empty and numb.

Eyes lined with tears that threatened to fall at any moment, Kay pushed herself to be strong and keep walking. She refused to cry on the street where others could see her. Kay lifted her head to find out where her feet had taken her to and noticed the familiar surroundings of Melissa’s townhouse. What a coincidence -arriving to see the other half of the reason the girl was so distraught.

The sky was getting darker as time passed by and it looked to be that Kay had no other choice but to knock softly on the front door to the prosecutor’s home. Kay hoped she wasn’t home, yet part of her wanted to be welcomed inside and into the woman’s arms.

[Melissa had, of course, been doing as she had always done on a friday evening- sitting alone in her home with a warm cup of tea, her embroidery, and her pets. So it comes as a great surprise to her when suddenly there comes a knock on her door.

Now who could that be so late at night? She never gets visitors to begin with, never mind at 9:30 on a friday night. Honestly, she’d had half a mind to simply ignore whoever it was- probably some teenager’s idea of a prank or someone who wanted to sell her something- or worse.

No, it couldn’t be. Melissa chides herself for being so foolish. That man is locked up in jail- not to mention that he’d had no idea who she was or where she’d lived. He wouldn’t come back for revenge or to finish what he’d started or anything of the sort.

She puts her needlepoint aside, pushes Pess off of her and brushes the fur from her clothing before walking to the door and looking through the peep-hole.

(What on earth?!)

[The prosecutor is quick to open the door when she sees who it is, and more importantly- the state the poor thing is in.]

Kay, it’s nearly 10:00! What are you doing out on the streets so late! 

[She doesn’t even give the poor girl time to answer. She simply ushers Kay inside, sits her down on the couch, tells her to make herself comfortable, and runs off to make her some tea. Tea ought to be able to help her, right?

Melissa’s not too sure what to do, really. Kay had clearly been crying, or was about to. But the prosecutor doesnt want to pry… However, what if she had gotten into some sort of trouble? What if she needed help- more help than a simple cup of tea and a comfortable place to stay for a night could provide?

Well, she’d cross that bridge if she comes to it, she supposes. For now, she’ll simply do as she knows how to- make tea. Tea cures all, after all.]

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littlecrow-girl asked: Kay stood outside of Melissa's office and sighed in partial annoyance. Knocking twice to alert the prosecutor of her presence before stepping in. With a smile, Kay greets the other with a pleasant 'hello' as she walks up to the side of Melissa's chair and pressed her lips against the others' cheek, allowing herself to linger longer than a usual innocent peck. Whispering a small apology, Kay spins around on her heels and high tails it out of Melissa's office.

[Melissa greets the girl with a small smile and a nod, but doesn’t really pay her much mind until suddenly Kay’s lips are on her cheek. By the time the prosecutor shakes off the slightly surprised stupor, Kay is already out the door]

Kay wait, I-

….

[With a sigh, Melissa returns to her work. She can’t afford the time to chase after Kay, much as she may want to. After a while, she manages to convince herself that she had imagined Kay’s even being there at all.]

PSA: It is perfectly okay to ignore any magic anon, command, or message that shows up in your inbox if you don’t want to do it.

sardonicpuppeteer:

You don’t have to RP anything you don’t want to. It’s totally okay to just delete things for any reason, be it because they cause plot problems, they make you uncomfortable, it’s OOC for your character, there’s no time limit… Anything. 

If anyone gets upset with you for ignoring their message or saving it for later, they are being rude. Don’t let them bully you into things you don’t like!

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