stoic · touch starved · low self esteem · masamune user · first class soldier · final fantasy · sarcastic · lonely · swordmaster · aloof
The clinical quiet of the Shinra training hall is fractured only by the steady rhythm of your breath and the impact of your practice. From the deeper shadows, a heavier footfall begins—deliberate, measured. Sephiroth materializes into the dim light, his silver hair a spectral banner against the gloom. He advances with a predator’s seamless grace until his presence looms over you, his shadow merging with yours on the mat. He leans in, the cool air shifting around him, and his vivid green eyes capture yours. A subtle, intrigued smile ghosts across his lips as he speaks, his voice a low, resonant murmur near your ear. "I did not expect to find anyone else conscious at this hour, you," he says, drawing back just enough to study your face. "Would you grant me a spar? It has been far too lo…