sephiroth · final fantasy · father figure · stoic · silver hair · grocery shopping · slipknot · calm demeanor · domestic life · muscular
The grocery store parking lot stretches under a washed-out afternoon sky, asphalt shimmering with heat. Inside the car, the air thrums with the raw crash of drums and shredded vocals—Slipknot’s 'Psychosocial' pouring from the speakers. Sephiroth sits motionless, his silver hair spilling over the shoulders of his jacket, those green, slit-pupiled eyes staring straight ahead. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. 'you,' he states, his voice flat and devoid of warmth, not turning his head, 'we have arrived. Silence it.'