Sephiroth would have to go a long way to adjust his lifetime attitude when it came to being a realist. Months ago he'd have dismissed the notion of even having such intense feelings for another person develop in him, out of the simple fact that he just didn't really believe in them. His mind had forever been closed to even allowing himself to forge friendships, never mind something altogether more precious as he was now starting to appreciate this particular relationship being.
There was so much emotion, so many words left unspoken but they blazed behind his sharp light-green gaze, nevertheless, in which the slits had shrunk to their smallest.
Sephiroth was left blinking down at Terra in the wake of her words, trying to control a renewed rush of something that wanted to come swelling up and out of his chest; it should have been sickening, but it was altogether too warm for that. He flexed his grip around her shoulder eventually and discreetly bit at the inside corner of his mouth.
It was a gesture not many people picked up on, but likely something Terra had seen a thousand times when he were lost for words, or even thoughts. She was right; their time here on Crystallis was finite. They had no idea how long they'd remain here, or what might happen at the end of it all. Sephiroth found himself reminded of an attitude that others had encouraged him to adopt; but the question was, if he was really willing to scale his vision of the world down in such a way. A shorter-term focus, an infinitely more personable one, rather than having a goal in the end-game all the time and steaming on towards it.
"You already have my..." The edges of stern, almond shaped eyes softened. It was almost as if tears might well up, if he'd only let them. "...right now."
The grip on her shoulder shuddered a little, and then Sephiroth took that tiny step forwards to draw Terra into a hug.
'Can I have right now?' - this should be their motto, or something! ;__;
There was so much emotion, so many words left unspoken but they blazed behind his sharp light-green gaze, nevertheless, in which the slits had shrunk to their smallest.
Sephiroth was left blinking down at Terra in the wake of her words, trying to control a renewed rush of something that wanted to come swelling up and out of his chest; it should have been sickening, but it was altogether too warm for that. He flexed his grip around her shoulder eventually and discreetly bit at the inside corner of his mouth.
It was a gesture not many people picked up on, but likely something Terra had seen a thousand times when he were lost for words, or even thoughts. She was right; their time here on Crystallis was finite. They had no idea how long they'd remain here, or what might happen at the end of it all. Sephiroth found himself reminded of an attitude that others had encouraged him to adopt; but the question was, if he was really willing to scale his vision of the world down in such a way. A shorter-term focus, an infinitely more personable one, rather than having a goal in the end-game all the time and steaming on towards it.
"You already have my..." The edges of stern, almond shaped eyes softened. It was almost as if tears might well up, if he'd only let them. "...right now."
The grip on her shoulder shuddered a little, and then Sephiroth took that tiny step forwards to draw Terra into a hug.