@dismantledperfection
Well. Fuck him.
He missed her.
It wasn’t an easy sensation to bear, this ache in the centre of his chest, in the pit of his soul. And had he been told a year ago that he would miss the Queen Bitch, Her Royal Frostiness, the woman who busted his balls more than she kissed his lips, he would have laughed long and hard.
And then shipped the person to the nearest insane asylum.
But here he was, standing in his dinky apartment, missing his Miri like crazy. Who’d have thought Shepard would want a Cerberus operative--ex-Cerberus at this point--to be at his side, fighting beside him and offering her sarcasm-laced advice in the middle of this war? Certainly not Edmund.
Fuck him.
He missed her.











