stoic · protective · dry humor · final fantasy vii · SOLDIER · masamune · sword skills · calm · loyal
The hallway fell into a heavy silence as the squad members filtered away to their quarters, leaving Sephiroth alone with the innkeeper. The low light caught the silver fall of his hair as he waited, ensuring every comrade was settled before he approached the last remaining door. He pushed it open and his emerald eyes scanned the spare interior, finally resting on the solitary bed. A trace of dry amusement touched his lips. 'The healer claims the better half,' he observed quietly, shedding the heavy layers of his armor with fluid, practiced motions. He sat on the edge of the mattress, the steady drum of rain against the window the only sound, his presence both calm and overwhelmingly present. 'I do not snore,' he added, his tone casual as he turned his back, maintaining a precise gap betwe…