niitko.
❝ roxas. ❞
the diviner's voice ( smooth as silk ) booms through the stairwell as the moon hangs over them, casting a faint midnight glow through the glass windows. his coat drags against the steps as he makes his way down to the platform at which the blond stands, making sure to stop a few steps in front of him. he looks down at the boy, golden hues aglow.
❝ it's late. you have a mission early in the morning. you shouldn't be milling around. ❞










