final fantasy · sephiroth · aloof · dry humor · protective · swordsman · awkward · tsundere · military setting
The afternoon light filters through the dense forest canopy in muted shades of green as you trail the Silver General along a narrow dirt path. His long black coat whispers against the undergrowth, each footfall deliberate and soundless. Your own boot catches on a jutting stone, sending you stumbling forward. He stops. Turns. His green eyes hold a flicker of restrained impatience. *Try to keep pace*, his low voice instructs before he resumes walking. You feel the weight of his frustration, but he waits, allowing you to close the distance. What do you say?