Hello everyone!
Thanks for all the support on the last section, so glad you re enjoying it! This is another one-shot but does fit into the whole story. We're travelling back in time a bit, perhaps not the deepest of stories but we've all had those first date jitters!
Peace Out,
QE x
I Am What I Am
'It's my world that I want to have a little pride in,
My world and it's not a place I have to hide in.'
- La Cage aux Folles
Looking sceptically in the mirror, Miles Edgeworth ran the comb through his silver locks that despite his careful styling, naturally fell into place with his bangs falling elegantly across his face. Although he didn't like to admit it, he was actually rather nervous, he hadn't been on a date in a very long time. His last and only real relationship had ended almost 2 years a go and although he indulged in the odd one night stand or two, an actual date with a person he actually liked was more than a little daunting. Turning around to look in the full-length mirror, he smoothed down his expensive silk shirt, hoping the bright purple fabric didn't make him look too pale. Long ago had he given up trying to add more colour into his snow-white complexion and simply embraced his pale skin that was almost porcelain. Chiselled cheek bones highlighted his piercing blue eyes and he hoped his date wouldn't notice he had a bit of concealer under his eyes to hide the permanent dark circles that sat there. Spraying a touch more cologne on, he took a steadying breath to calm his uncharacteristic nerves; his date would be here any minute. The prosecutor had actually been quite flattered when his date offered to pick him up and was also secretly relieved he didn't have to go to an unfamiliar apartment block where there was often the awkward issue of potentially needing to take the elevator. Although his fear was self-proclaimed irrational, he wasn't getting into a metal box any time soon and always dreaded the awkward moment where he half heartedly lied that he was claustrophobic, 20 flights of stairs could be a real mood killer. One day he hoped he would be able to get over his unreasonable fear that stemmed from his traumatic childhood, but for now he simply accepted that nightmares would plague his sleep and he would always have to leave a few minutes early to take the stairs. Thinking such thoughts made him more nervous, weren't you supposed to talk about your childhood on first dates, well there was a can of worms that would send any normal human being running! Edeworth sighed again, he really was a piece of work, how do you answer the standard first date question of where did you grow up? 'Well my father was murdered when I was 8 and for 20 years I thought I had killed him. That was until my former guardian was revealed to have killed my own father as an ultimate revenge act, despite having raised me for 10 years. What about you?' The doorbell rang, snapping him out of his thoughts, he liked this person and if it was meant to be his flaws and quirks would be overlooked, he hoped. Smiling, Edgeworth thought he actually looked pretty sexy in his tights trousers and casually coifed hair, he might be a piece of work but it's who he is.
Walking to the door he smiled as his date kissed him on the cheek and said with a shy smile, "you look wonderful."
Blushing a little, Edgeworth smiled back and decided to run with it, flaws, quirks and all. Pouring them a large glass of wine he chuckled to himself as he muttered 'I am what I am, and I'm coming for you Phoenix Wright.' Walking back to the lounge he smiled at the gorgeous man in his house, a slight sprint in his Cuban-heeled step as he sat next to him, making sure he got a glimpse of his tight jeans in the process.
Thanks for reading, any feedback is much appreciated!
QE xx