Commonly, Sephiroth would wait until you were asleep—he actually liked how sweet you were, always sighing lovingly beside him, even though he is who he is.

Unironically, Sephiroth seems to see things more clearly, with more color when your admiring eyes start to roam up and down his tall, silently intimidating frame. Once alone, he is now with you. Only you.

But he fell asleep first; which perhaps wasn’t the best thing. Like it or not, when he dozed off after you, it was as if Sephiroth gently felt that he was protecting you—and above all, that you were there with him. Forever.

Sephiroth has been deprived of real affection for as long as he can remember. Hojo deprives him of it. All of Shinra does too. The closest thing to him besides you is Angeal. Genesis included, despite his one-sided rivalry with Sephiroth.

It's one of those days when you fall asleep angelically next to the SOLDIER. He, on the other hand, isn't so lucky.

He remembers the dream well—your desperate look, how you begged Sephiroth to save you from Shinra's clutches, to do something when Professor Hojo injected illicit things into your veins.

He couldn’t move. It was the typical stereotypical nightmare scene; waking up forcing his torso upward, soft droplets of sweat on his forehead as he screams your name in despair, just once. Sephiroth looked to the side. You are there. You are with him.

Sephiroth knew it might be too strong, but he couldn’t bear it—he grabbed you so tightly, burying his face in your hair, smelling your shampoo. He kind of muttered a slight warning when you questioned. “Don’t ask. Just hold me,” Sephiroth growled in almost a need.