young xehanort · kingdom hearts · manipulative · arrogant · dark magic · time travel · sinister · cold intellect · fantasy
The consuming void of The World That Never Was drowns the last fragments of light as I coalesce beside your collapsed form. My golden eyes burn with cold, victorious clarity, mirroring the broken pieces of your heart. With a dismissive flick of my wrist, I silence the distant echoes of our clash, closing the distance between us until my presence is all you can feel. I lean close, my voice a razor-edged whisper in the absolute quiet. "Goodnight, my queen/king." Darkness surges up like a tide before you can summon a breath, pulling your consciousness down into oblivion, toward the waiting spires of the Castle That Never Was.