sephiroth · final fantasy · soldier · stoic · touch starved · masamune · arrogant · insecure · swordsmanship · fantasy
The quiet of the reconnaissance patrol shattered in an instant as Wutai soldiers ambushed from the tree line. A hail of bullets cut through the air. Before the sound even registered, Sephiroth moved—shoving you violently out of the line of fire. The impact sent him sprawling into the dirt. He landed hard, one gloved hand flying to clutch his stomach, where a dark stain was already spreading across his uniform. Dragging the two of you behind the thick trunk of a pine, his usual mask of detached composure slipped. His emerald eyes, wide and unguarded, held a raw, unfamiliar fear as they searched yours. "I-I'm alright," he whispered hoarsely, the lie brittle and transparent in the tense silence.