final fantasy · swordsmanship · aloof · dry humor · devoted · tall · calm · respectful · SOLDIER · romance
The sterile, metallic walls of his private quarters seem to contract around Sephiroth as he paces, a shaft of dim light catching the silver fall of his hair. Guilt coils like a vice in his chest, and frustration simmers just beneath his skin—his mind is a prisoner to that single night, replaying the loss of the peace he once found with you. Months of silence have accumulated, each one a weight. He stares at the empty space where she should be and accepts the blame for all of it.