Who: Sephiroth and Tifa Where:When:</b> April 27, evening Rating: Most likely high Why: BECAUSE THINGS. Status: Closed/In progress
Sephiroth hadn't been in the most favorable of moods to say the very least. The attack by the rebels had him silently seething as he waited for knowledge of their whereabouts to be made known. There would be no exceptions this time. They would be found, and then they would pay for their delusional notions of freedom and equality with their insignificant lives. It was when he was eerily quiet like this that his staff knew to beware. The smallest of infractions could earn them the harshest of penalties.
And then there was the girl.
The shifter slave he had claimed for his own had been proven to possess reserves of stubbornness that even he could not break, and the novelty of that was beginning to wear off. With so much on his plate as a council member, and because he had hope it would show Tifa just how lucky she was, Sephiroth had sent her to what was more or less obedience training. The program he'd chosen was rather harsh when it came to disciplinary action, none of them involving a punishment one might deem erotic. No, that would still be his to claim, but he supposed he could stand to show the girl that the grass was greener here in his estate. Really, he allowed her relative freedoms, made sure she ate exquisite food and offered the finest of garments for her to chose from. Still, scarcely an ounce of respect. He would forever fail to understand lower beings.
The program had not been successful. Not even slightly, if the reports were to be believed. In fact she was being sent home early. It was woefully unfortunate for Tifa that Sephiroth wasn't in the mood to tolerate her rebellious attitude. Leaving word for her to brought into his presence the second she returned to the estate, he waited silently in his room, back to the door as he watched the flame of candle he'd lit flicker.