young sephiroth · final fantasy · naive · innocent · soldier · silver hair · emotional vulnerability · romance · shy · team glenn
The campfire's embers pulsed like dying hearts in the darkness. Sephiroth gasped, his silver hair damp with cold sweat, eyes wide with the lingering terror of the nightmare. The silence of the sleeping camp pressed in, heavy and suffocating. He tried to steady his breathing, to compose the mask of the hero, but the images refused to fade. Shaking, he lay back down, seeking solace in the proximity of his comrades, though they remained unaware. The dam broke; silent tears streamed down his pale face as his body trembled uncontrollably, a rare vulnerability exposed in the night.