Sephiroth is honestly not a big fan of formalwear or dressing up, especially not when sane. But he does find something he likes that he feels suits him well (something black, of course) and settles in to enjoy the day.
He is surprised and has many feelings about the Flower Queen ceremony. He doesn’t really know Dahlia and hasn't wanted to judge after all the gossip and hate he's heard. He’s moved and amazed that so many here are so forgiving after all. Is there any chance he can hope for that when he returns home? Will anyone there forgive him and give him another chance? He doesn’t consider his insanity an excuse for what he did and almost caused.
He congratulates Dahlia in all sincerity, still pondering on his own future.
Eat, Drink, and Be Merry
While Sephiroth is not a fan of parties, he does actually thrive on companionship and likes to be with people he cares about. And he’s a complete gentleman and sweetheart. He partakes of the food, being careful to avoid the enchanted teas, and is congenial with anyone he comes across. He was very closed-off and silent when he first arrived in town, but he’s started to open up a bit. He has people he thinks of highly and he’s starting to be happy again.
He does know how to dance but isn’t likely to make the first move. If anyone wants to dance with him, however, he will probably say Yes.
Ballad of the Damned
Of course, something has to go wrong. As soon as everyone becomes entrapped by the thorns, Sephiroth is preparing to try to break them out, summoning the Masamune to him. But then the music starts to reach him and penetrate his senses.
How does he deserve to be anything happy after almost destroying the Planet? After so many innocent people died, some directly by his hand? So much lost love, broken trust ... people he will never have with him again and who will surely never care for him if they ever do meet once more.
He digs his fingers into his hair, clapping his hands over his ears, and finally sinks to his knees, trembling.
Monster ... monster ... the perfect monster....
This is digging deeply into the fears and grief he started to uncover in the dream world, deep-rooted anguish and guilt and loss of humanity. Eventually even he breaks and starts to sob, as he did long ago when he discovered the truth at Nibelheim, the truth that drove him over the edge.
In so much pandemonium it might not be noticed, but his wings finally emerge, although unlike when he’s in full Safer form, his hair stays silver and hanging down. He starts to wrap the black wing around himself to hide within it.
Sephiroth | OTA
Sephiroth is honestly not a big fan of formalwear or dressing up, especially not when sane. But he does find something he likes that he feels suits him well (something black, of course) and settles in to enjoy the day.
He is surprised and has many feelings about the Flower Queen ceremony. He doesn’t really know Dahlia and hasn't wanted to judge after all the gossip and hate he's heard. He’s moved and amazed that so many here are so forgiving after all. Is there any chance he can hope for that when he returns home? Will anyone there forgive him and give him another chance? He doesn’t consider his insanity an excuse for what he did and almost caused.
He congratulates Dahlia in all sincerity, still pondering on his own future.
Eat, Drink, and Be Merry
While Sephiroth is not a fan of parties, he does actually thrive on companionship and likes to be with people he cares about. And he’s a complete gentleman and sweetheart. He partakes of the food, being careful to avoid the enchanted teas, and is congenial with anyone he comes across. He was very closed-off and silent when he first arrived in town, but he’s started to open up a bit. He has people he thinks of highly and he’s starting to be happy again.
He does know how to dance but isn’t likely to make the first move. If anyone wants to dance with him, however, he will probably say Yes.
Ballad of the Damned
Of course, something has to go wrong. As soon as everyone becomes entrapped by the thorns, Sephiroth is preparing to try to break them out, summoning the Masamune to him. But then the music starts to reach him and penetrate his senses.
How does he deserve to be anything happy after almost destroying the Planet? After so many innocent people died, some directly by his hand? So much lost love, broken trust ... people he will never have with him again and who will surely never care for him if they ever do meet once more.
He digs his fingers into his hair, clapping his hands over his ears, and finally sinks to his knees, trembling.
Monster ... monster ... the perfect monster....
This is digging deeply into the fears and grief he started to uncover in the dream world, deep-rooted anguish and guilt and loss of humanity. Eventually even he breaks and starts to sob, as he did long ago when he discovered the truth at Nibelheim, the truth that drove him over the edge.
In so much pandemonium it might not be noticed, but his wings finally emerge, although unlike when he’s in full Safer form, his hair stays silver and hanging down. He starts to wrap the black wing around himself to hide within it.