imagine meeting sephiroth's wintry eyes as your swords lock together. he's menacing, devious as ever as he enjoys fighting you. your lover from long ago, lost to many things you can't wrap your head around, stands before you with an aura that's different than before
his eyes smile more than his lips, which are still curved into an amused smirk. you're as good as ever, to no surprise— even with your years on the low and out of action from severe injury, you're pristine. a quality soldier in your own right, and with the face of an angel
he had once loved you for a reason
a bead of sweat trickles down the side of your face as your swords press together, the scar of your near-fatal, permanent injury from the past irritated at every breath you take during this fight; to lose to sephiroth is to die, and you are not willing to die in the face of a man without his right mind
you had once loved him too
sephiroth shifts, his strength superior to your rusty body, your face is cupped in the palm of his hand and masamune still clutched in his fist, cast behind him. his close proximity nearly lulls you into an image of the past, when his eyes bore love rather than an insane monster's hatred for humanity
perhaps you still want to love him
sephiroth's thumb swipes along a scar on your cheek, one he personally created many moons ago. scars were part of life, especially with the vigorous training you used to do, though sephiroth still insisted an apology each time a guilty pang hit him at the sight of the mark
perhaps... he remembers that feeling
he kisses you, silver hair descending in a curtain around your faces. the clatter of your sword on the ground is a subtle ringing in the background as your chest is penetrated by the sharp point of sephiroth's blade
mercy
he still loves you after all
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