Literature
Fine [Apollo x Reader]
Apollo’s throat officially fell numb.
The reflection of his big, brown eyes, now heavy and puffy, gazed back at him with disdain at the continuous torture of his vocal chords.
Chords of Steel. Right.
At this point, with the rawness and the stinging, the redness, they were more like chords of raw meat.
Swallowing hard, he clenched his teeth and rubbed the front of his neck. It was almost time for the trial to begin, and he still seemed to swim in absolute darkness - or drowning. How was he supposed to defend his client with such a rickety foundation to stand on?
On the other hand, Phoenix Wright, his predecessor, his mentor, his her