Although he had arrived with Terra to the hall where the party were to be held, after doing very little picking at the small offerings of bite-sized food Sephiroth had naturally gravitated more towards the outside edges of the room. Where he could be out of the range of any particular social circle yet not far enough away so that he couldn't slip into his usual role at such gatherings; standing straight and almost like a sentinel guarding everyone else having fun.
Well as far as anyone could appear to be guarding, dressed in a shimmering dark silver jacket and slacks with a black shirt underneath. The two topmost buttons were undone, out of a personal preference; collars on shirts quite often were too tight for him. Quite often he was to be found with a short glass of a dark liquid which he sipped at periodically. The twinkling christmas lights which formed part of the decorations brought out the shimmer in his clothing, the lighter strands of his hair were played upon being as he wore it down and brushed straight - falling to it's fullest length at the back of his knees and looking as soft as fresh morning snow might.
Terra very much had other friends she wanted to spend time, laugh and dance with and he was seemingly fine with that. Never mind that he had to make himself look elsewhere from her general direction a lot of the time. He wasn't here as her bodyguard, or at least, he was trying not to be.
They had really gone all out with the decorations this year, but it was little surprise considering the change in venue and the emphasis many Heroes of Light had put on putting so much effort in this time around. Sometimes he stumbled on a thought which almost made his passive-neutral mask sour; would it all be worth it in the end? Could this be the last time?
Sephiroth || Open
Well as far as anyone could appear to be guarding, dressed in a shimmering dark silver jacket and slacks with a black shirt underneath. The two topmost buttons were undone, out of a personal preference; collars on shirts quite often were too tight for him. Quite often he was to be found with a short glass of a dark liquid which he sipped at periodically. The twinkling christmas lights which formed part of the decorations brought out the shimmer in his clothing, the lighter strands of his hair were played upon being as he wore it down and brushed straight - falling to it's fullest length at the back of his knees and looking as soft as fresh morning snow might.
Terra very much had other friends she wanted to spend time, laugh and dance with and he was seemingly fine with that. Never mind that he had to make himself look elsewhere from her general direction a lot of the time. He wasn't here as her bodyguard, or at least, he was trying not to be.
They had really gone all out with the decorations this year, but it was little surprise considering the change in venue and the emphasis many Heroes of Light had put on putting so much effort in this time around. Sometimes he stumbled on a thought which almost made his passive-neutral mask sour; would it all be worth it in the end? Could this be the last time?