WarmthThe time was just past eleven at night. The storm had been raging for at least a half an hour, and showed no signs of slowing anytime soon. The boom of the thunder could be heard every few minutes, always preceded with a bright flash of thunder; sometimes enough to light up a whole room.Of course Rachel and Vincent were unperturbed by the storm outside, they had no reason to be afraid. Both the Phantomhive nobles were in a comfortable silence as they undressed; Vincent losing his cravat and jacket, then his shirt and pants to change into a nightshirt. Stopping to help Rachel unlace her corset, the elder bluenette lowered his head and pressed a chaste but affectionate kiss to the crook between her neck and her shoulder.“You think he’ll be alright Vincent? He seemed uncomfortable even as he dozed off, I’m afraid this storm is going to frighten him terribly.”Vincent pondered Rachel’s question for a moment. It was true that his son more often than not fou
Love is Like Atroquinine, Prologue rewriteLove is Like Atroquinine: Slow Acting, But PowerfulPrologue, re-written‘Why?’Disclaimer: I own none of the characters and cases/storylines from Ace Attorney. All credits go to Capcom, they own everything. This storyline however, is completely original and created by me.-----This is so unfair of him. Why do these thoughts need to be bothering me so much? He’s nothing but a friend, that’s it! Why can’t I figure out what any of this means? And why now of all times, this is probably the worst time to be unable to sleep because of him!Ema stopped pacing and had the realization that she was ranting to an empty apartment again.(It’s any wonder there’s no ruts in the floor with all the pacing I do in here...)A quick glance to the clock and another groan passed Ema’s lips realizing she was up much later than she wanted to be.Twelve-thirty in the morning already? Why couldn’t I have gone to bed hours ago like a normal person?
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