A/N: As part of the send me a number and characters prompt: "You know, it's okay to cry." MAR'15
You know, it's okay to cry.
After a successful case closed with a 'Guilty' verdict and Ms Maya Fey rescued, Miles had left the dinner early heading for the airport. He arrived with time to engage in aconversation full of smirks and high brows, and continued to present Franziska's worth was more than idealistic perfection, thanks to the whip Wright had returned. In response Franziska had admitted failure of courtroom revenge with her usual poise as though she had not disappointed all those who placed the Von Karma expectations on her.
"If you say you are going to quit your walk down the prosecutor's path…" Miles kept his stern glare at the other prosecutor ready for departure, "Then, this is where we part ways, Franziska Von Karma."
Miles was prepared for the scoff and declaration of a battle in the courts from the prideful woman, but as soon as he had blinked the shoulders had hunched whilst water sat on the rim of her eyes. It was not the first time he had seen such a distorted face; after all, sixteen years of his life with the youngest Von Karma had let slip a tear or two but those times had been during her pre-teens when she had only just started their rivalry.
Those days were years from where they were now; he had not recently been witness to a Franziska with raw emotion when it should have been due. Not in the hallway of the detention centre, had Franziska shed a tear nor had her hands shook after the meeting with her father behind a dirty panel of glass. She had strode out of the Police Department with her head slanted upwards and her shoulders back, barking at Miles to "quicken the pace" lest he wanted a whipping when they returned to his car. He had waited all that night, prepared to offer his hand if she lowered her head in the slightest. She had not.
Miles truly was one of many who forgot Franziska had yet to reach the age of twenty, for his mental preparation had been for a bite from a strong woman and not a need to console his sister.
Yet, in the public eye of the airport she was left with only her full name and her declaration of war against Miles Edgeworth. Although Franziska sounded like a young girl between her breaths and speech, Miles still heard the strength she always carried that would never be lost in her ingrained belief of perfection.
Stepping forward Miles placed his hand on her gloved hand which strangled the whip she so sadistically loved. Under his stiff but gentle touch, Franziska's grip loosened slightly. Whilst she let herself feel her younger brother's hand, salted tears ran down her face clearing visible soft lines of pink skin from beneath the foundation. Horrid evidence of tears for others she did not want to see.
Using her free hand Franziska pressed a finger under her eye, hoping it would prevent another onslaught of exposure to the prosecutor she had just proclaimed she would defeat. Wanting to finish her release of emotions she tried to swallow her sobs but was left with hiccups instead.
"You know, it's okay to cry." Miles said, squeezing her hand in comfort.
Franziska's scoff was replaced with another hiccup as she spoke, "Miles Edgeworth, I do not need permission to cry."
Miles offered a tissue wiping the remaining tears carefully, "I was not giving you permission."