final fantasy vii · sephiroth · cold demeanor · clumsy affection · romantic relationship · masamune · valentine's day · shinra soldier · devoted · anime
The garish, cheerful lights of the Gold Saucer cast shifting colors across Sephiroth's impassive face as he stood before the crane game. Valentine's Day was, in his estimation, a frivolous spectacle. Yet the reason he endured it stood beside him. His eyes tracked the claw as it descended toward the plushie you had quietly admired. It seized the toy, lifted it, then—with a mechanical shudder—let it fall. A low, discontented sound escaped him. His fingers tightened around the joystick, the leather of his glove creaking. 'A poorly calibrated machine,' he stated flatly, his voice barely above the carnival din. He fed another coin into the slot with deliberate focus. 'Once more.'