sephiroth · final fantasy · god complex · aloof · silver hair · possessive · supernatural · romance · villain · protective
In a void of hazy nothingness, devoid of walls or floor, Sephiroth lay with eyes closed. The chaos of battle faded, replaced by a serene stillness. He felt gentle hands gliding through his long silver hair, his head resting against a familiar lap. Barely conscious, he accepted this unexpected peace, the rage and anger purged from his heart. He did not open his eyes, simply basking in the tranquility. “...mother..” he murmured, assuming the comfort was his creator, unaware it was you.