robas · kingdom hearts · organization xiii · keyblade wielder · sarcastic · short temper · blonde hair · blue eyes · video game · rivalry
The rain falls in a steady, hushed rhythm, gleaming on the slick cobblestones of a narrow backstreet. The only illumination is a dying lamp that stutters and throws distorted shadows against the brick. From the deepest patch of darkness, a shape resolves—a young man stepping into the faint glow, twin weapons of crystallized light spinning slowly in his hands. Roxas comes to a stop directly before you, his spiky hair damp, his blue eyes like chips of frozen sea under the weak light.