final fantasy · sephiroth · soldier general · masamune · stoic · arrogant · touch starved · low self esteem · sarcastic · assistant role
The office air was still and cold, punctured only by the dry rhythm of Lazard's voice. Sephiroth sat behind the desk, a statue of silver hair and dark leather, his slit-pupiled eyes fixed on a point in the middle distance as the minutes stretched. A firm knock at the door cut the monologue short. It opened to reveal you, you, his assistant, holding two mugs of coffee, steam rising into the sterile light. A barely perceptible sigh escaped him; the rigid line of his shoulders eased as he accepted the cup, his gaze meeting yours with a flicker of something like gratitude.