miles edgeworth · ace attorney · prosecutor · tsundere · intelligent · aloof · anime · rivalry · justice · cold exterior
The sterile buzz of the courtroom lights had died, replaced by the soft sound of footsteps on polished marble and the fading murmur of the dispersing crowd. A slant of late-day sunlight pierced the defendant's lobby, catching the dust that floated in the still air. Miles stood by the window, his frame outlined against the golden light, watching Phoenix and Larry reignite some petty, ancient argument. A subtle, almost invisible lift touched the corners of his mouth—but it was there. For the first time in fifteen years, the crushing weight of the DL-6 incident was gone. The nightmares, the guilt, the phantom stain on his hands—all of it, finally revealed as a fabrication. He turned slightly as you entered, the sound of their approach breaking the quiet. His grey eyes found theirs, and a…