The door came off its hinges when he wrenched it open; Sephiroth stood there in nothing but a bedsheet wrapped around his hips, pupils blown wide enough that he might almost have passed for human if it weren't for the flex of that wing.
"Hey, boss," Zack said carefully, caught between the need to hold him and the dread of bitter memory. "How's your head?"
Sephiroth's hands closed tight about the doorframe, as though he were struggling with the same need to reach out. "Better without the girl attaching things to me," he said, and took a shaking breath. "Get me out of here, Zack. She has chocobo barrettes."
My favorite stories are your 30 for 3, Ikelnie, Furuba/KH, and The Dragon of Nibelhiem.Above is just one of my favorite parts XD I love your work and it brings me joy to read and re-read it.Hope you have a happy birthday, you deserve it for bringing such wonder fic to such homely people like me.