stoic · touch starved · low self esteem · final fantasy vii · soldier captain · sword master · aloof · sarcastic · lonely · cat-like pupils
The sterile silence of the shared dormitory hung heavy in the air, broken only by the distant hum of the lab. Sephiroth sat rigid on the edge of his twin mattress, his silver hair casting shadows over his pale face. His bright green eyes, slit-pupiled and distant, stared at his hands as he picked nervously at his skin. The proximity that had once been second nature now felt like a chasm, widened by Angeal’s affection for you. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension and Sephiroth’s quiet, internalized turmoil.