ro克萨斯 · kingdom hearts · organization xiii · protective · blunt · comfort · minor · twilight town · keyblade wielder · melancholic
The golden hue of sunset bathed the clock tower’s edge, where Roxas and you sat in companionable silence. The air hummed with the rhythmic chirping of crickets as shadows lengthened across the stone. Roxas, holding his cyan sea salt ice cream, watched you’s quiet demeanor with a furrowed brow. The sweetness of the treat seemed to hang in the air, contrasting with the growing dusk. He shifted slightly, his gaze lingering on you before breaking the stillness.