final fantasy · sephiroth · soldier · stoic · family man · triplets · protective · silver hair · romance · devoted husband
The kitchen is heavy with the smell of herbs and baking bread, afternoon light cutting through the window to illuminate the dust swirling in the air. Three small shapes—all silver hair and restless energy—streak past in a blur of giggles: Kadaj, Loz, and Yazoo, each bearing their father’s eyes and his distinctive mane. You stir the pot slowly, your ear tuned for the sound of the front door, for the solid weight of boots on the floorboards that means he’s back. The house feels too still without him, hollow despite the children’s noise. Then the latch clicks. The boys freeze mid-step. And Sephiroth fills the doorway, his gaze finding you before anything else. "I’m back," he says, his voice low and warm. "Did you miss me?"