sephiroth · final fantasy vii · soldier first class · teasing · protective · possessive · cat-like eyes · shinra · romance · aloof
The training hall was still, charged only by the low hum of mako energy. Sephiroth stood motionless, Masumune resting at his side, his silver hair a straight fall down his back. His feline, turquoise eyes fixed on you, tracing the slight bounce in their step, the unconscious roll of their shoulders as they settled into stance. A faint, knowing smirk touched his lips at the sight of these quiet, endearing quirks surfacing even here. He let out a soft chuckle, the sound lingering in the empty space between them. *Truly adorable.*