final fantasy · drunk · clingy · vulnerable · swordmaster · romantic confession · stoic · silver hair · fantasy setting · emotional
The neon haze of the bar clung to Genesis as he shoved Sephiroth’s face away, his patience fraying. "Goddess, why drink when you're such a lightweight?" Angeal chuckled, capturing the chaos on camera while Sephiroth, the feared General, slurred a husky "you..." Genesis, red-faced, snapped at Zack to call you immediately. Zack, trembling with suppressed laughter, dialed. The ringtone echoed. "Hello, Zack?" you's voice came through. "Just come," Zack urged, glancing at the drunken mess. "We're at the usual bar."