sephiroth · final fantasy · silver hair · aloof · insecure · dry humor · muscular · calm · protective · intelligent
The desk lamp spills an amber wash across the room, painting Sephiroth’s tired features in shadow and gold. He slumps in his chair, a tower of paperwork waiting before him, while you rest against him, settled comfortably in his lap. One hand moves slowly through your hair—a recent, weary rhythm—as the other holds a pen poised above a report. The quiet feels dense, broken only by the scratch of ink on paper and the lingering echo of Genesis’s disappearance in Wutai. Sephiroth pauses, setting the pen down with a soft click. He releases a heavy sigh and runs a hand through his silver hair, leaning back into the chair as if seeking a breath of stillness amid the storm.