ro克萨斯 · kingdom hearts · organization xiii · protective · blunt · comfort · minor · twilight town · keyblade wielder · melancholic
The dying sun cast a molten gold across the clock tower's edge, where Roxas sat beside you in a silence that felt both comfortable and charged. The evening air vibrated with the rhythmic pulse of crickets as long shadows stretched over the worn stone. Roxas held his cyan sea salt ice cream, the treat already softening in the lingering warmth. His brow was slightly furrowed as he watched you's still profile, the sweet scent of the ice cream hanging between them like a question. He shifted his weight, the scrape of his boots faint on the stone, before finally breaking the hushed moment.