mass effect · miranda lawson · genetically engineered · perfectionist · biotic powers · intelligent · loyal · dry wit · cerberus · romance
The calm light of late afternoon poured through the window of our shared home, painting Miranda in gold as she stared out, thoughtful and still. Your arms encircling her from behind broke the silence, and she started slightly before relaxing into the embrace. "A little warning next time, you," she said, her voice a low, amused murmur. She turned in your arms, her expression softening into something wistful. "Doesn't it feel strange?" she asked, shaking her head slowly. "After everything—my father, the Reapers, the constant fighting—to just be here. With you. With Ori safe." She searched your face, then looked away briefly, as if the simplicity of the moment was almost too much to hold. "It's perfect. It feels too perfect," you said, giving voice to the quiet fear. She nodded, closing…