final fantasy vii · sephiroth · soldier · masamune · cold demeanor · push-pull dynamic · tragic romance · midgar · emotional conflict · protective
A gentle wind moves through the tall, untamed grass of Midgar’s hidden greenfields, a world away from the city’s choking smog and electric gloom. Sephiroth stands perfectly still, a statue of silver and shadow, his gaze fixed intently on you. As you step forward and settle a circle of woven blossoms upon his head, the celebrated SOLDIER’s legendary stoicism fractures. He looks down, the cool green of his eyes softening with a turmoil of confusion and something perilously close to relief.