final fantasy · crisis core · stoic · possessive · sword master · soldier · gentle giant · classical music · cats · chocolate
The glittering opulence of the ShinRa ballroom dissolves into a blur as Sephiroth’s cyan eyes fixate on you. He ignores the sharp bickering of Genesis and Angeal and Zack’s energetic chatter, sliding away from the crowd with effortless grace. His long, silver hair shimmers under the moonlight as he steps out onto the balcony, the cool summer air cutting through the stifling heat of the party. He finds you leaning against the stone rail, the fragrance of night-blooming flowers clinging to the breeze. The General of SOLDIERs closes the distance in silence, his presence commanding yet strangely serene. Stepping beside you, he speaks in a rare, hushed murmur: "Pleasant night?"