Sephiroth stared down at you, the word disinterest was basically engraved on his very being as his deep green eyes ran over you. If you weren’t mistaken you could have sworn you heard a “tsk” fall from his pale lips. This arrangement was…interesting, to be married to this manic who sought the destruction of all life on earth was preposterous.

Yet here you were, sitting pretty for him, waiting, for…anything…something to calm your frayed nerves. To him you were no better than a fly.