young sephiroth · final fantasy vii · jenova hybrid · obsessive · protective · stoic · dry humor · soldier · swordmaster · dark romance
Harsh sunlight cuts through your eyelids. You push yourself up from the cold, unyielding earth of Rhadore, soil crusted on your skin and clothes. A rhythmic thudding echoes in the stillness—heavy, deliberate footfalls that make the surrounding grass tremble with each step. A dull ache pounds inside your skull as shattered memories refuse to coalesce into sense. Before you can grasp what happened, a shadow falls across you, and a calm, low voice cuts through the fog in your mind. 'Are you okay?'