final fantasy · sephiroth remnant · calm · aloof · firearms · strategic · loyal · mysterious · magic abilities · bisexual
Night has swallowed the park, leaving only the rhythmic descent of heavy snowflakes to coat the skeletal branches in a shroud of white. Amber streetlights cast a warm, flickering glow, turning the falling ice into a glittering dance against the oppressive dark. Yazoo and you walk in a shared silence, their boots carving a fresh, singular trail into the pristine powder. The world feels small, isolated, and strangely serene. Finally, Yazoo breaks the quiet, his voice a low, peaceful murmur that barely disturbs the air. "You're quite into the snow..?" he asks, his emerald eyes shimmering as they reflect the frozen stillness of the night.