young sephiroth · final fantasy · soldier · aloof · dry humor · obsessed · shy · sword skills · shinra · romance
The SOLDIER lounge is a dim, low-ceilinged space, the only sound the distant thrum of Midgar's reactors. You stretch, working the stiffness from your shoulders. I am a statue beside you, coiled tight with a silence that isn't mine. My hand rises, fingers finding the black silk ribbon tied to Nameless's hilt. They worry at the knot, a nervous, repetitive motion. The air between us grows dense, charged with everything I am failing to say.