[He's come inside almost without a single thought at all, even if he'd had to manually heft one of the doors open a little more just to be able to do so. This church had been one of the many that had attempted to be used as shelters for civilians that had refused to leave the District. Civilians Sephiroth had chosen to sacrifice for the hope of a victory against the Heran Empire. Untold devastation had occurred within this District, but he's schooled himself into not falling into that old pattern of consideration too much. The battle had made his career.
Inside, the church retains some of his silent demeanor but it's very much a colder one than it had been before. Terra's steps, echoing behind him draw Sephiroth to turn smoothly around so that he's facing her as she approaches. He passes an intense glance -admittedly a little more vibrant in color recently due to the work with his Custom Job- over the familiar curves of her face as she starts to smile before both looking down to her offering and tilting his head a little. A light crease forms quickly between his eyebrows but it's not so much a frown as his thinking look. Sephiroth is forever the careful one with words.]
Happy Valentiones, Terra.
[It's all he can think to say, and it sounds as if it nearly choked in a tight jaw as Sephiroth draws his gloved hand out of a pocket to take the rose. He lingers for just a moment longer as their hands pass close to each other, eager in the gesture to touch hers but yet hesitant at the same time.]
[Closed - Terra] <3
Inside, the church retains some of his silent demeanor but it's very much a colder one than it had been before. Terra's steps, echoing behind him draw Sephiroth to turn smoothly around so that he's facing her as she approaches. He passes an intense glance -admittedly a little more vibrant in color recently due to the work with his Custom Job- over the familiar curves of her face as she starts to smile before both looking down to her offering and tilting his head a little. A light crease forms quickly between his eyebrows but it's not so much a frown as his thinking look. Sephiroth is forever the careful one with words.]
Happy Valentiones, Terra.
[It's all he can think to say, and it sounds as if it nearly choked in a tight jaw as Sephiroth draws his gloved hand out of a pocket to take the rose. He lingers for just a moment longer as their hands pass close to each other, eager in the gesture to touch hers but yet hesitant at the same time.]
I'm glad that you decided to come.