We did Zack earlier today so now it’s Seph’s turn! <3 <3 (it’s just been a rocky few days in the head and these guys are everything to me. I must spread my giant comfort blankie to all!!!)
Most nights, Sephiroth will be in his apartment, doing whatever it is that Sephiroth’s do. But others, he’ll be in Zack’s, sitting on the foot of his bed telling stories because his friend can’t sleep. Sephiroth mainly recounts his escapades in Wutai or when he had defeated the most powerful summons, although Zack’s most popular request is when he took down Ifrit.
I narrated that just last week.
Tell it again! Plzzzz, bud?
And Sephiroth never says no. Why would he, anyway? It’s his favorite story too.
So he’ll just sit there, always starting with when he heard fire crackling in the distance, always watching as Zack nestles into the covers, tucks his dragon plushie (established as “Muffin”) between his arms, and thanks every last star for the night that brought him and his best friend together.
You and Billy had been dating for quite some time now. You were everything to him, his first love and his best friend, the support he never had in a long time. You loved billy with all your heart and there was no doubt that everyone else would have loved him if only they knew the Billy you knew. you saw a side of him no one else had ever seen. Billy showed you that he wasn’t just some cold hearted ass hole everyone painted him out to be, he showed you that he was a romantic, sweet and loving guy that CAN take you out on dates, make you feel loved and supported in all kinds of way. You still remembered the first time you met him, the first date, the first kiss, all the first times you had with Billy. There was nothing anybody could have done to try and make you think that Billy was just some stuck up, cocky guy.
It had been almost a week since Billy had passed away and Max had called you to go over her house to see if you wanted to keep any thing that belonged to Billy. One item you did want to keep was the black leather jacket he always wore,the one he wore when you first ran into him at that Halloween party when he first moved to Hawkins. The jacket smelled so much like him, cheap perfume and cigarettes. While sitting on his bed crying, remembering all the fun time you had with him and all the memories you guys both had in his room while wearing his jacket, you reached in the pocket finding a folded paper.
You sat up wiping your tears away unfolding the paper realizing it was a letter written by him for you and this is what it said.