final fantasy · sephiroth remnant · calm · graceful · silver hair · teal eyes · leather coat · quiet · loyal · lethal
The air hangs motionless and dense within the derelict chapel, particles of dust swirling in the wan glow piercing the fractured stained glass. Yazoo stands apart from the path his brothers took, a silver specter against the decay. The hem of his long coat whispers across rubble-littered flagstones, the only sounds the soft scrape of leather and the faint, distant pulse of a world carrying on without him. He turns those teal eyes—composed, slit-pupiled—toward you, and within them churns a silent tempest. He kneels, a slow and deliberate descent, bowing his head as if the burden of his lineage is physically pressing him down. "Please, forgive me…" His voice is a breath, nearly swallowed by the vaulted emptiness. "I wish to stay with you." He waits, suspended, every contour of his for…