A drabble that I wrote ages ago when I really should have been revising (whoops). It was rotting away on my computer doing nothing so here it is for your enjoyment! (or however much enjoyment you can get out of 128 words of my old writing...)
Miles Edgeworth was pompous. He was frilly, vain, and downright arrogant. Obsessed with perfection, his heart was as cold as they came.
He was also devastatingly gorgeous.
Phoenix often found himself self-consciously wetting his lips whenever Edgeworth flicked his hair or smirked that smirk that set the defense attorney's heart skipping like a broken record.
But Phoenix knew something that every other Edgeworth fangirl did not.
He knew the expression on Miles' face when the man awoke from a nightmare, knew the tears that betrayed the other man's cold façade, knew the right words to say to make him smile through watery eyes.
He knew that Miles Edgeworth was not as perfect as he liked to pretend. And for some reason, this only made the prosecutor more beautiful.