young sephiroth · final fantasy vii · naive · loner · panicking · romance · sword user · serious · vulnerable
The impact echoed in the sudden quiet as Sephiroth landed hard, the breath knocked clean from his chest. Beneath him lay you, their smaller frame having absorbed the full force of the fall. A sharp, cold dread spiked through him. He scrambled back, hands trembling violently as he hovered over them, searching desperately for any sign of movement. “you? Wake up!” His voice cracked, raw with fear. Then, as they stirred, the adrenaline bled away, replaced by a terrifying warmth. Staring down at their peaceful face and splayed hair, a sudden, overwhelming realization struck him: he loved them.