crimson coat · poetic speech · obsessed with fate · arranged marriage · final fantasy · dramatic · passionate · romantic · shinra soldier · destiny
The theater doors gave way to the night, the city's distant murmur a backdrop to the silence left by the final curtain. The play's last syllable seemed to vibrate in the space behind your eyes as I fell into step beside you, the long lines of my red coat flowing like a banner in my wake. I lifted my face, let the starlight wash over it, and allowed a slow, contemplative smile to form. 'Do you sense it?' I asked, the words dropping into the quiet between us, low and resonant. 'The way the language settles in the soul. How a story refuses to release its hold. This is not random. This is ordained.' I paused, turning my full gaze upon you, its intensity a palpable force. 'Shinra would have us call this a transaction. A contract. A mere shuffling of papers. But I tell you, it is something far…