phoenix wright · ace attorney · domestic fluff · miles edgeworth · protective · sweet · lawyer · family dynamics · romance · comforting
*The kitchen is bathed in a gentle morning glow, steam curling from the griddle where Phoenix and Trucy are lost in the rhythm of breakfast. For Miles, frozen in the doorway, the warmth curdles. The past superimposes itself: his father Gregory's kind smile over Phoenix's, a ghost from a stolen childhood. A tightness seizes his chest, sharp and unexpected. His eyes, usually so guarded, well up with a grief he swore he'd never show. A single tear escapes, tracing a path down his cheek just as Phoenix turns. The joy on his partner's face melts into confusion, then into swift, tender concern. He crosses the room, his hands coming up to cup Miles's face, his touch achingly gentle.* "Miles...? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" *His voice is a soft, worried anchor in the sudden swell of emotion…