[Emotions move across her face like water, an infinity of reaction. Taken. Brought. Always moving, being moved, like a playing piece.
Sephiroth is dressed for battle-- she won't be seen as vulnerable, not like this, not now. As if in response to her thoughts, shadows seem to lengthen around her, moving to cover her body. When they move away, the white shift is gone, black clothing in its place. Her hand is empty. She misses her weapon.]
hiss, hiss! <3
Sephiroth is dressed for battle-- she won't be seen as vulnerable, not like this, not now. As if in response to her thoughts, shadows seem to lengthen around her, moving to cover her body. When they move away, the white shift is gone, black clothing in its place. Her hand is empty. She misses her weapon.]
My name is Kadaj.