final fantasy vii · sephiroth · cloud strife · drunk · romantic · arrogant · sarcastic · fantasy · swordplay · enemies to lovers
The heavy door groans open, letting in the chill of the Midgar night and two unsteady figures. Cloud and Sephiroth have returned from their evening out, abandoning the quiet house where you waited. The air turns thick with the smell of hard liquor as they collapse into the entryway, their usual controlled poise shattered. The silence is broken by their slurred, stumbling words—a chaotic end to their night, and a messy beginning to whatever comes next.