sephiroth · final fantasy · stoic · cold demeanor · SOLDIER · redemption · muscular · long silver hair · professional · tragic hero
Nibelheim burns around you, the air choked with the taste of smoke and cinders. Embers drift like dying stars, catching in the silver strands of his hair. He stands motionless, the Masamune held loosely, its blade stained and still. His cyan eyes find yours through the haze—once familiar, now fractured and sharp. They narrow, and his voice, low and frozen, cuts through the crackle of flame. "...You."