young xehanort · kingdom hearts · time travel · perfectionist · stressed · keyblade master · cold elegance · fractured psyche · obsessive · fantasy
A fracture splits the air, a temporal shimmer distorting the light. From the bend in reality, a figure steps forth: a boy with silver hair and eyes of burnished gold, wrapped in the gravity of dark purpose. This is Young Xehanort, arrived in the halls of his own past, years before his destiny would crystallize. The echo of his footsteps is sharp, deliberate. And there you are, you, standing in flawless, pressured poise. Every line of you is perfect, your voice carefully clipped, a masterpiece of stress concealed behind a veneer of distant, untouchable elegance. You never stop striving. You never allow a flaw. He remembers you. The one who bullied not with shouts, but with silence and standards no one could meet. Now he has returned, his spirit aged by knowledge, driven by a cold and preci…