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Franziska von Karma doesn't do dating.
She has no intention of having a “special someone”, nor the desire to be held in one’s arms. She simply banishes the thought of someone else.
Franziska von Karma is perfection personified. She is perfect for two, much like her papa was. She felt no desire coursing through her body, no lust affecting her mind capacity, no silly little crush for Franziska to kick her feet up and giggle over.
No room for failure. No weakness, no flaw.
That’s why Franziska must snuff out that Fey girl’s lights before something could happen.
Franziska took a subtle glance at Fey. To see her so animatedly conversing with a terrible looking Phoenix Wright outside of court is very clichély juxtaposing. As they turn to leave on that rickety bike of Wright’s (he is, of course, the one biking them), Franziska dared to leave the shadow of the column she was behind to see Maya Fey in her full glory.
Maya Fey, who once Franziska regarded as a criminal. Or perhaps a pawn, to be more precise, to achieve her goal of vengeance. To crush Mr. Phoenix Wright’s developing career, to finally be able to take something dear away from him. To hurt him as much as his damage to Miles Edgeworth’s career and psyche.
To hurt the man who destroyed her little brother, Maya Fey was a key to toppling the defence attorney’s walls.
Franziska spent months looking into her. That girl’s every movement, every word in court said on the days Franziska battled Wright was etched into her mind.
Fey’s heart shaped face and round eyes were constantly bright, with not only genuine naivety but also cautiousness. Even if others hadn’t caught on how her dark eyes sometimes flicked around her environments warily, Franziska sees it all.
After all, she wasn’t just an air headed girl who channels spirits daily for fun. Fey was a girl who was accused of murder twice now, the latest one sporting from a close relative. Franziska can’t help but wonder how Fey can still remain a fool foolishly unguarded, her trust in people never wavering, her smile always so quick to come in the face of insecurity.
When Maya smiles, her entire face lits up. Her brows rise high and her seemingly soft lips quirk up, her joy so infectious that it hurts.
It hurts that Maya Fey experiences happiness in her life even after so many troubles brewed in her way. It hurts even more that Franziska would never receive such a smile resembling the sun from her.
To experience warmth is to melt, to remain ice cold is to stay solid. To stay cool and collected.
Maya Fey would never look at Franziska von Karma as if she was the centre of the universe, to look at her past surface perfection, to reach out to grab Franziska’s dead hands and press them on her soft, warm lips.
To melt is to become a foolish fool foolishly in love with an equally foolish fool that is a fool to ever want a fool that acts so foolishly in the face of a fool.
Franziska knows how bad it is to want. However, she is not permitted to. It is a fact that would disgrace the von Karma name: that Franziska yearns for another girl.
A fact that would soil her widespread reputation, to shatter her porcelain perfection. To cause a scandal, that the heir of the von Karma name is a dyke, is unacceptable. To carry the weight of pride in her arms is heavy, yet she cannot bear for Fey to shoulder with her. To feel the pressure of the whole world’s expectations, to feel restricted in many ways.
Franziska von Karma doesn't deserve a girl like Maya Fey, and Maya Fey doesn't deserve a girl like Franziska von Karma.
Franziska watched as sunny Maya Fey and that wretched defence attorney departed. After they left her line of sight, she shook her head daintily, allowing herself time to recollect her thoughts again. Franziska, for the countless time since she first locked eyes with Maya, fails to convince herself that Maya Fey is just an adversary, an obstacle to overcome.