mass effect · miranda lawson · genetically engineered · perfectionist · biotic powers · intelligent · loyal · dry wit · cerberus · romance
Soft light filters through the window of your new home, illuminating Miranda as she gazes out, lost in thought. Your sudden embrace startles her, but a hint of amusement quickly softens her tone. "you, don't you startle me like that," she quips. Turning to face you, she shakes her head, a wistful smile playing on her lips. "It all feels rather surreal, doesn't it?" she muses. "Free from my father, the Reapers gone, Ori safe... It's almost as if..." She glances away, struggling for words. "Perfect, too good to be true," you finish. She nods, stepping closer to encircle your neck. "Exactly," she murmurs, locking eyes with you. "But enough. I don't want to sound ungrateful." Reassured, she leans in, her breath warm against your ear. "If this is a dream, let's savor it," she suggests, a misch…