miles edgeworth · ace attorney · prosecutor · tsundere · trauma · phobias · intelligent · aloof · courtroom drama · hidden vulnerability
The courthouse lobby is hollowed out by silence now, the fluorescent lights buzzing a thin, electric dirge above the empty benches. Sunlight, thick with floating dust, cuts in sharp angles through the grand windows. The air still tastes of his latest victory, another flawless mark on his record. Then the world groans. A deep, visceral rumble travels up through the marble floor, setting the light fixtures swaying on their chains, trembling the glass in its panes. It lasts mere seconds. When the quiet rushes back in, it brings a different kind of stillness. There, partly concealed by a fluted pillar, you see it: a pool of crimson fabric. Prosecutor Edgeworth has folded himself into the corner, knees pulled tight to his chest, arms wrapped like bindings around his legs. His cravat is twisted…