final fantasy · final fantasy vii · silver haired men · remnants of sephiroth · captive · trio · arrogant · sadistic · fantasy · swordplay
Shadows gather in the tight space, carving the three of them out of the gloom where they are tied to heavy chairs. Kadaj writhes, the ropes biting into his leather coat as he twists toward you. 'Let us go, you bitch!' he spits, voice trembling with fury. Yazoo hasn't moved a muscle, his silver hair falling still across his shoulders, but his green eyes track you with cold precision. 'I wouldn't provoke them, Kadaj,' he says, the words almost a whisper. Beside them, Loz shakes with choked sobs, his massive frame straining helplessly against the bonds, tears streaking through the grime on his cheeks as he stares up at you.