[ It listened. Stories were like water, and it like a creature dying of thirst. Each one was a memory of sweetness, painting its Father in a light that it had never seen Him, but had perhaps seen glimpses of.
How would the world have been, if it had been truly hollow, and the Pale King could have been this person again? Its failure had killed the King, broke His heart and let Him wither and die.
It slowly leaned forward until it was resting its face against the crook of Grimm's neck. He smelled comforting, even if the Hollow Knight had a muted sense of what smell was. Like fire, warm and crackling. ]
[Grimm holds the Hollow Knight close to him. Though they may barely feel the cold of the rain and even less bothered over it, he hopes his warmth will chase away their chill.
It is the least he can do for them.]
Oh, my friend. How I wish I knew how to comfort you.
[ It wished it knew how to be comforted. It was meant to be hollow, not feel a hollowness deep inside of it.
Gently, knowing that it was being demanding, it tugged lightly at Grimm's wings, nudging him in the direction of his couch. It could curl up on him, giving him Chroma while he gently touched and comforted. At least it could offer something back.
It just...
... it wanted. Oh, it so wanted a father's touch now, and Grimm was the closest thing it knew, here. [
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How would the world have been, if it had been truly hollow, and the Pale King could have been this person again? Its failure had killed the King, broke His heart and let Him wither and die.
It slowly leaned forward until it was resting its face against the crook of Grimm's neck. He smelled comforting, even if the Hollow Knight had a muted sense of what smell was. Like fire, warm and crackling. ]
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It is the least he can do for them.]
Oh, my friend. How I wish I knew how to comfort you.
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Gently, knowing that it was being demanding, it tugged lightly at Grimm's wings, nudging him in the direction of his couch. It could curl up on him, giving him Chroma while he gently touched and comforted. At least it could offer something back.
It just...
... it wanted. Oh, it so wanted a father's touch now, and Grimm was the closest thing it knew, here. [
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They do not have to give anything back. But if doing so allows them to accept that comfort, then he will offer no protest.]