Once he heard about the clocktower, Roxas knew it was somewhere he needed to go. Even if he couldn’t have ice cream or be with his friends, sitting at the top of a high place would be the best place to clear his mind. No matter how much Roxas thought and internally repeated the same statement, those simple words didn’t convey his emotions well enough. He didn’t need to suppress his feelings any longer or fill his head with how he doesn’t have any emotions. He was free. He was open to feeling what he felt without interference or doubts, without his head being filled with lies or memories and emotions flooding him that didn’t belong to him. He was still connected to Sora and the others, but he could separate himself from them and be his own person. They were all their own person.
He was Roxas. No one else. Everyone was themselves, and they were able to exist and live out their lives as they chose to now with their own bodies yet again. That was until he was thrown into yet another predicament. Was whatever pulling strings for him too cruel to allow him a few more moments of rest before throwing him into another catastrophe. Was an ordinary life never an option to begin with? He knows he’s not supposed to exist but come on. Maybe he’s throwing off the universal balance. Who knows. All Roxas knew is that it was a gigantic pain in the neck.
To ground himself, Roxas’ nails bite into the concrete for a jolt of pain to surge through him, as he sits there with his emotions flowing through him, unmoving until he hears approaching steps. It snaps him out of his internal battle as he collects himself to leave for somewhere more private.
It’s nice to have things back to normal -- or at least as normal as they can get in this city. Whatever had happened weeks prior to drag them into that fantasy world they’d been in had been reverted, and she was back in Spirale, back with her own body. Back with the things she’d started getting so familiar with.
Xion likes having things to be able to ground herself with -- things that she can call home. And even if there had been similar places in Fantasia, there’s nothing quite like the clocktower in Spirale proper. Other than -- well. As far as things went, here, there's nothing like it.
So it makes sense that she was heading back to it, today.
She’d found Lea there, once upon a time, and she’d learned quickly that it for certain isn’t just her that enjoyed visiting it and taking in the view. It’s a change to how things were back in Twilight Town, where outside of her little -- well, less little, before she’d been grabbed away -- group, she never... saw anyone there.
Here, Xion’s seen all sorts of people. She’s taken to buying two ice creams on her visits, just in case, because even if anyone else up there didn’t want company, she knows the view’s always better with ice cream. And sometimes no one was up there at all, so she could treat herself to two!
Not that... it’s the same. She’d rather share.
She isn’t expecting anyone today, regardless; she expects everyone else to still be settling in from their return to Spirale, and with the eclipse a couple of days prior she knows there will be new friends being made and people reuniting with the old. That’s how it always went.
She reaches the top, lost in thought, and doesn’t process that there’s anyone else even up there at first until she spots movement out of the corners of her eyes. Xion raises her head properly, and stares.
She nearly drops both of the ice creams.
She’s hesitant to say his name, as if saying it out loud will prove that it isn’t really him, that it’s just someone else or some phantom that she’s conjured up lost in thought as she’d been. When he doesn’t vanish, she says it again with more conviction but still just as nervous.
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