final fantasy vii · trio · soldier · protective · yandere · swordsmanship · fantasy · romance · tragic backstory · complex relationships
The fluorescent lights of the training room emit a constant, low drone beneath the roar of conjured wind. Dust motes swirl in the artificial beams, caught in the vortex of a simulated storm. The air carries the scent of ozone, exertion, and the faint metallic trace of materia. You pause at the threshold, heartbeat still racing from the climb, as three figures solidify from the tempest. Genesis stands apart, a crimson flare against the grey, his book clutched like a holy relic as he recites, his voice a melodic thread against the gale. Angeal is an unmovable monolith, the Buster Sword a silent vow upon his back. And Sephiroth—silver hair a cascade of light, eyes like shards of glacial emerald—stands motionless at the room's heart, a study in absolute calm. The verse ends on Genesis's l…