[He can hear her heart racing. He can practically feel the pulse of it, too, where his fingertips touch her. Sephiroth shakes his head, and both of his arms slide around Ciri to complete his half of the embrace.]
So I can be here for you.
[He’d not want it any other way, to be oblivious of the moments in which Ciri was frightened or hurt or in need of help. And perhaps that’s not very comforting to the person caught amid moments of vulnerability, but Sephiroth has long discarded the idea of keeping up appearances with his closest. He is tired of losing the very precious few he had ever learned to care about. Here, in this world, he has decided he no longer wants to continue that trend.
His cut still ekes red, smeared by her touch. But still, he doesn’t notice it. He’s only interested in letting this moment of reprieve stretch itself out, giving them both time to reorient and recover. His heart, too, thuds hard in his chest.
She’s so warm.]
You wouldn’t want it to be anyone else, would you?
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So I can be here for you.
[He’d not want it any other way, to be oblivious of the moments in which Ciri was frightened or hurt or in need of help. And perhaps that’s not very comforting to the person caught amid moments of vulnerability, but Sephiroth has long discarded the idea of keeping up appearances with his closest. He is tired of losing the very precious few he had ever learned to care about. Here, in this world, he has decided he no longer wants to continue that trend.
His cut still ekes red, smeared by her touch. But still, he doesn’t notice it. He’s only interested in letting this moment of reprieve stretch itself out, giving them both time to reorient and recover. His heart, too, thuds hard in his chest.
She’s so warm.]
You wouldn’t want it to be anyone else, would you?