Candle event
[The bedroom hallway may seem to go on for eternity and a day, but there's certainly a focal point to it this evening. A strange presence coming from one of the partially open doors, the warmth of dozens upon dozens of candles within, and a nearly overwhelming scent of vanilla spreading through the air. And sitting on the bed amidst all of the warmth and splendor is Sephiroth. He's brushing his hair with a fine brush, and a music box provides that extra touch of warmth and comfort. A ghostly maid seems determined to keep him happy, bringing in bowl after bowl of ice cream. All to please him, to keep this not-haunt as happy as possible for as long as the mood stays.
It's not this SOLDIER's finest moment. But he's certainly enjoying himself none the less. Just don't startle him. Despite being over six feet of leather-clad power, he's shy and darling and sensitive at the moment.]
[OOC: Pink smoke, Moe!Roth times.]
It's not this SOLDIER's finest moment. But he's certainly enjoying himself none the less. Just don't startle him. Despite being over six feet of leather-clad power, he's shy and darling and sensitive at the moment.]
[OOC: Pink smoke, Moe!Roth times.]