[14th February] [He didn't come home that night. It was probably for the best as Sephiroth wasn't sure whether he could spend another night in the same room as her with all of this cold tension sitting unresolved. Plus the fact he didn't want to feel pressured -even by his own conscience- into trying to pry where he still wasn't sure how he was supposed to go about it.
He wouldn't have wanted someone else to pry, if the roles had been reversed which makes Sephiroth often second-think what his intentions were going to be.
Still, walking through the 13th District at all is not an endeavor he takes lightly. Passing through the graves of all the dead that he had been at least partially responsible for never fails to raise a chill right up into the back of his head. He's over that guilt already, but it's still unnerving and is a lot of the reason why he rarely comes to this side of Aqures.
The church, where this time last year he and Terra had been set up to meet for the first time, was half given-over to ruin. A good portion of one side wall and most of the roof of that side was no more, scarred with the remains of charred bricks from when it had been blasted open. The wind often made howling noises as it caught within the hollows of a building which had used to be peaceful in it's holy silence indoors.
Sephiroth stops a few paces from the doorway and pulls his coat straight, tucking his face into the high collar a little as if it might help to keep out the cold. It's not really windy, but with his long silver hair cascading down his back even the slightest breeze shifts and lifts a few strands. Almost as if the ghosts of the graveyard might seek to disturb him.
Of course, he didn't even know if the person he'd asked to meet here would even want to show up.]
[Closed - Terra] [2/2]
[He didn't come home that night. It was probably for the best as Sephiroth wasn't sure whether he could spend another night in the same room as her with all of this cold tension sitting unresolved. Plus the fact he didn't want to feel pressured -even by his own conscience- into trying to pry where he still wasn't sure how he was supposed to go about it.
He wouldn't have wanted someone else to pry, if the roles had been reversed which makes Sephiroth often second-think what his intentions were going to be.
Still, walking through the 13th District at all is not an endeavor he takes lightly. Passing through the graves of all the dead that he had been at least partially responsible for never fails to raise a chill right up into the back of his head. He's over that guilt already, but it's still unnerving and is a lot of the reason why he rarely comes to this side of Aqures.
The church, where this time last year he and Terra had been set up to meet for the first time, was half given-over to ruin. A good portion of one side wall and most of the roof of that side was no more, scarred with the remains of charred bricks from when it had been blasted open. The wind often made howling noises as it caught within the hollows of a building which had used to be peaceful in it's holy silence indoors.
Sephiroth stops a few paces from the doorway and pulls his coat straight, tucking his face into the high collar a little as if it might help to keep out the cold. It's not really windy, but with his long silver hair cascading down his back even the slightest breeze shifts and lifts a few strands. Almost as if the ghosts of the graveyard might seek to disturb him.
Of course, he didn't even know if the person he'd asked to meet here would even want to show up.]