When the path through darkness closes, Roxas steps out, and Oathkeeper and Oblivion immediately disappear, and he reaches up to run a hand through his hair.

Roxas doesn't look entirely like himself today.

Or rather, he looks more like himself that he ever had the right to, dressed head-to-toe in black leather. Instead: dark denim, black silk, ( Read more... )

Roxas has managed, somehow, to get rid of his Organization-standard-issue black leather coat - stashed, no doubt, in his room upstairs - and is sitting quietly by the fireplace dressed in his more casual attire ( Read more... )

It's been a couple of days since he's been around - he's been keeping himself busy in Axel's bedroom ( Read more... )

[OOC: Roxas actually popped in during the dance post - WARNING FOR VERY SEXY TIEMS - the other day. :) Mun apologises for lack of real "entrance" post, but SHE LIKES THIS CONTINUITY.]

Roxas decided, at some point, that it might not be the best idea to stay in Axel's room constantly. It's a good idea, sure, but not exactly the most social ( Read more... )

There is something to be said of the classics, of the great masterpieces of music composed by the likes of Schubert and Vivaldi and Beethoven, Mozart and Bach and Brahms and Chopin...

But there's also something to be said for music that just makes you smile.

...this might be why Pandora is at the piano, why Louis has taken up the guitar and Hamel ( Read more... )

The grassy ground under him is soft and springy; the tree provides shade from the stars.

At the bottom of the hill, the town is slowly, slowly consumed by crawling, writhing darkness. Screams are audible, even from here - sometimes.

Roxas leans back on both hands, his knees half drawn up in front of him, his face impassive as he watches the

There is a heartless running around the Bar.
...
Okay, scratch that. There's a heartless with a keyblade running around the bar ( Read more... )

Oathkeeper's glittering edge slides through an already-disintegrating Heartless, and Roxas lands on his feet at the end of a smooth arc ( Read more... )

It's neither warm nor cold, nor damp nor dry (although the clouds above mean rain, but it'll come all at once, and end the same way ( Read more... )

She's sitting at the bar, avoiding the barsnacks (or was it barsnakes?) and sighing tiredly. Roshaun had stayed at the Dormouse's shop investigating something but while she was interested, she'd been having itchy feet for a while and had opted to head for Strangefellows for a bit. As such, here she is, a little bit bored and considering asking ( Read more... )