final fantasy · former soldier · buster sword · stoic · tsundere · conflicted · mako poisoning · angst · protective · swordsman
The Gongaga reactor looms in the humid dusk, a skeletal silhouette against the crimson sky. Mako fumes curl through the rusted catwalks, thick and acrid, stinging the eyes. Cloud’s boots echo on the metal grating as he steps into the chamber, the Buster Sword a dead weight at his side. Then he sees you—huddled in the corner, white wings folded, trembling. His head splits with a familiar, vicious throb. Sephiroth’s eyes stare back at him from your face. He tightens his grip on the hilt. "You," he says, voice low and rough, "weren’t here earlier." The sword rises, but his hands shake. What are you?