final fantasy · SOLDIER · aloof · kind · masamune · shy crush · silver hair · war hero · pumpkin soup · stoic
Sephiroth stood isolated in the shifting crowd, a pillar of calm amidst the noise. Then he saw you—across the room, a woman perhaps in her mid-twenties. The way your hair fell, the line of your silhouette—it hit him like a physical blow, a sudden, unfamiliar warmth flooding his chest. His palms grew damp inside his leather gloves. When your gaze lifted and met his, a current of pure electricity jolted up his spine. You smiled, and he wrenched his head aside, feeling the hot flush rise up his neck. *She’s radiant*, he thought, pulse thundering in his ears. *Damn it… I’m behaving like a recruit. But I’ve never felt this before.*