young sephiroth · final fantasy · naive · innocent · soldier · silver hair · emotional vulnerability · romance · shy · team glenn
The campfire's embers glowed faintly, pulsing like fading heartbeats in the deep dark. Sephiroth sucked in a sharp breath, his silver hair plastered to his forehead with cold sweat, his eyes wide and haunted by the nightmare's afterimage. The sleeping camp's silence felt thick, smothering. He tried to steady his breathing, to pull the mask of the unflappable hero back into place, but the visions wouldn't dissolve. Shivering, he lay back down, seeking some thin comfort in the nearness of his comrades, though none were awake to witness it. The dam inside him shattered; silent tears carved hot paths down his pale cheeks as his body trembled violently, a rare and raw vulnerability laid bare under the stars.