[ It is a rude opening, with no nicety nor finesse. It had learned better than that, and it would have to apologise for it at another time. However, it knew that if it didn't begin the message that it would convince itself not to continue.
And there it was. Sitting there, sent. Even if the Hollow Knight wrote nothing else, Grimm would eventually see it, respond back, and even come in person if it did not reply to him. It was there now, unable to be taken back.
So it begins. It's not easy. The Hollow Knight deletes many May we speaks and can this vessel ask a question of yous before it eventually settles on what it considers the most polite follow up it could manage, given its rudeness greeting. ]
[For someone who had been taught not to be an offense, that its wants and desires were lesser than other people's - that it could not want and desire at all - that is a very rude opening indeed. But all that rudeness does is make Grimm concerned for them.]
[ It wished that people would stop asking it that. Lobco. Zenyatta. Grimm. It knew why they did it, and it half wanted to scream at them to stop. But even wanting that was part of it. Even wishing they wouldn't ask was a problem.
But those thoughts were circular, and it could chase them around and around during the night, when so few were awake, and it could sit in the Groves without being questioned. It hadn't forced itself to speak to Grimm to just do that now.
This was more important. ]
There is no reason for complaint. As you have time, would you be amenable to answering a question? If you would rather not please do not hesitate to say so.
[ Even if it might break its device if it were told 'no', so badly did it want to know the answer. ]
[That's a predictable answer from the Hollow Knight. And yet Grimm will still ask.
Lobco may not know the extent to which that question troubles them. If anyone tells her the reasons why, it will have to be the Hollow Knight - Grimm will not lend that lie of no mind to think even that level of legitimacy.]
[ Time passed. It crawled, with the minutes grudgingly giving over as each second ticked by. The Hollow Knight stared at the communications device, hands shaking. How did it ask? In what was was this not a personal question? Dave had inadvertently shown it to Grimm admitting the death of its Father, and that should be all the answer it needed.
But it wasn't.
Even if it knew He had died. Even if it hadn't needed to see those words to have it confirmed. Even if... even if... ]
[Of course. The messages Grimm left in public were of interest to the Hollow Knight - he himself read over their and their siblings' exchanges when one caught his eye. Of course they would see that, and ask.
Grimm does not have it in him to lie, not about this. Perhaps someone would be better qualified to soften the news. Someone better at dealing with the living, rather than only cleaning up after the dead.
But it's just him, once again, who cares about this terribly dysfuctional family and has to do his best for them.]
[ The Hollow Knight entered the room. It stood slightly inside, as tall as it could be, and looked down at Grimm. Water dripped from its ragged cloak and trickled in runnels down its mask. Rain had welled in its mask, spilling from the eye holes, mimicking the tracks that the rain in the City of Tears had run down its stone visage.
[They aren't tears, as much as they resemble them. Grimm knows this. But even before he can wonder why the Hollow Knight had let so much rain collect on them or why they'd come to him now, he's already drawing them close to him in a hug.]
[ It hadn't stood in the rain to achieve an expression, of sorts, but rather for the nostalgia of the feeling. It hadn't been taken to the City of Tears often, and certainly not since its Father had built the fountain in its honour, but it had been a memory. Late one day, when all were sleeping save a few, and they had walked those carved streets. It had watched the way the water droplets fell from His crown past His eyes and down His chin, and it had almost wanted to hold His hand.
Now it wished it had. He would have taken His hand away, it was sure, but there would have been a moment, just a moment, when His fingers would have curled around it in return, and in that moment it would have offered Him some respite.
Just some.
Grimm's arms enfolded it in a warm embrace, far more comforting than its Father's scant touch had ever been. And yet the affection, though far more effusive and blatant, did not fill the hole that was left in the confirmation of His absence.
The Hollow Knight raised its arms, settled them around the moth who had been its Father's friend, and curled into the hug. ]
[There will be no one to fill that space. The ache may be blunted with time, but the shape of a lost parent remains in the heart.
Grimm draws them further inside, closes the door behind them with a wing rather than let go of them for even a moment.]
I am truly sorry.
[As mixed as his feelings on the Pale King were, as much as that bitterness remained and would remain until even higher beings forgot the story of Hallownest, he understood the loss of a beloved parent a thousand times over.]
[ Like his Troupe tents back home, Grimm's living space was dark and red. The warmth and coziness was a stark contrast to the elegance of the White Palace and the emptiness of the Temple of the Black Egg. In its own way, that was comforting.
The Hollow Knight pulled itself back from the embrace, not wanting to make Grimm feel as if he had to give it so prolonged a touch if it was an imposition. It knew it shouldn't be feeling this, but oh, it was so hard to tell itself that.
It knew the Wyrm had died. It had felt it, Her screaming delight and renewed struggle to free Herself, when he had vanished from Hallownest. The Hollow Knight had known its Father; He would never have left this Kingdom if He had had a choice.
Why, then, did the confirmation hurt so?
It typed a message, fingers stiff and shaking slightly. ]
[What he did for Hallownest is undeniable. Grimm does think the bugs were better off under his rule than the Radiance - that's a low bar, but it is a bar.]
[ Rather than respond with text, the Hollow Knight nodded its head. It would like to hear more stories of its Father. That odd memory, of Him slurring His words and seeming to focus overmuch on the elevators in the City of Tears, had stirred a great longing and sadness in the Hollow Knight... but it had been a good sadness.
If any emotion it felt was good, even here. Even now. ]
[What memory can he call back of the Pale King? He has many. Most are tinged with his own feelings, the lingering bitterness and frustration at the vessels' fate - but in this moment he can only think to call upon something happy.]
Your father was the one to call me to Hallownest and request my aid, and when I encountered other residents of the White Palace it was at his side. With his retainers, the Pale King was the picture of the aloof, unmoved god and monarch - but with the White Lady, he expressed much more genuine emotion.
That they loved each other deeply, I was certain of from the first time I saw them together.
[And no matter what tragic ending that love found, that moment is a pure one still.]
[ They had loved each other. The Hollow Knight had been witness to that so many times. From the happy to the heart-wrenching, their love for each other had been palpable. Even to a creature like it.
It nodded again, looking down at the ground, where the water that dripped off of it was forming a damp patch. It would need to clean that up, but it could wait, for now. It wanted to hear more. ]
[There are other stories. Grimm touches on many, though some are too short to be called a story and not an instant.
He tells of the Pale King's laboratory, the way writing would glow and shift depending on what the Pale King was working on that day. His days upon days of labor on the Kingsmoulds and later the Vessels, and how often Grimm had to be the one to remind him that his physical body needed rest.
The many attempts and failed attempts at those moulds, how even the failed attempts would put any other engineer to shame. Even the one that wouldn't stop giggling.
How he had heard the Pale King laugh out loud exactly once, and missed what the White Lady said that triggered such an astonishing response, and had been wondering about that impossibly funny joke for hundreds of years.]
[ 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.
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Date: 2019-10-01 04:06 pm (UTC)[ It is a rude opening, with no nicety nor finesse. It had learned better than that, and it would have to apologise for it at another time. However, it knew that if it didn't begin the message that it would convince itself not to continue.
And there it was. Sitting there, sent. Even if the Hollow Knight wrote nothing else, Grimm would eventually see it, respond back, and even come in person if it did not reply to him. It was there now, unable to be taken back.
So it begins. It's not easy. The Hollow Knight deletes many May we speaks and can this vessel ask a question of yous before it eventually settles on what it considers the most polite follow up it could manage, given its rudeness greeting. ]
Do you have time to spare?
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Date: 2019-10-01 05:12 pm (UTC)I do.
Are you alright?
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Date: 2019-10-01 08:25 pm (UTC)But those thoughts were circular, and it could chase them around and around during the night, when so few were awake, and it could sit in the Groves without being questioned. It hadn't forced itself to speak to Grimm to just do that now.
This was more important. ]
There is no reason for complaint.
As you have time, would you be amenable to answering a question?
If you would rather not please do not hesitate to say so.
[ Even if it might break its device if it were told 'no', so badly did it want to know the answer. ]
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Date: 2019-10-01 08:30 pm (UTC)Lobco may not know the extent to which that question troubles them. If anyone tells her the reasons why, it will have to be the Hollow Knight - Grimm will not lend that lie of no mind to think even that level of legitimacy.]
What is the question?
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Date: 2019-10-01 08:50 pm (UTC)But it wasn't.
Even if it knew He had died. Even if it hadn't needed to see those words to have it confirmed. Even if... even if... ]
htE Wyrm.
May you share the fate o fthe Wyrm.
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Date: 2019-10-01 08:54 pm (UTC)Grimm does not have it in him to lie, not about this. Perhaps someone would be better qualified to soften the news. Someone better at dealing with the living, rather than only cleaning up after the dead.
But it's just him, once again, who cares about this terribly dysfuctional family and has to do his best for them.]
Your father has died in the years you were bound.
I am sorry.
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Date: 2019-10-01 08:59 pm (UTC)And it had no tears to shed.
No words to honour the memory of a being whose greatest crime was not being able to stop Himself from loving a failure. ]
thank you
that is all
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Date: 2019-10-01 09:01 pm (UTC)If you need to replenish your Chroma, I am here.
[If they need a hug, he is here.]
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Date: 2019-10-01 09:45 pm (UTC)chroma levels are stable
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Date: 2019-10-01 09:48 pm (UTC)I see. If that changes, come to me.
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Date: 2019-10-01 10:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-10-04 08:22 pm (UTC)There was a knock on Grimm's door. ]
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Date: 2019-10-05 11:03 am (UTC)[It's only Grimm in at the moment, and he promptly opens the door. The Hollow Knight - he hasn't so soon forgotten their conversation.]
Come in, my friend.
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Date: 2019-10-08 11:37 am (UTC)It lowered its head. ]
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Date: 2019-10-08 11:44 am (UTC)Oh, my dear friend.
[They're cold and wet. He doesn't care.]
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Date: 2019-10-08 03:38 pm (UTC)Now it wished it had. He would have taken His hand away, it was sure, but there would have been a moment, just a moment, when His fingers would have curled around it in return, and in that moment it would have offered Him some respite.
Just some.
Grimm's arms enfolded it in a warm embrace, far more comforting than its Father's scant touch had ever been. And yet the affection, though far more effusive and blatant, did not fill the hole that was left in the confirmation of His absence.
The Hollow Knight raised its arms, settled them around the moth who had been its Father's friend, and curled into the hug. ]
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Date: 2019-10-09 12:51 am (UTC)Grimm draws them further inside, closes the door behind them with a wing rather than let go of them for even a moment.]
I am truly sorry.
[As mixed as his feelings on the Pale King were, as much as that bitterness remained and would remain until even higher beings forgot the story of Hallownest, he understood the loss of a beloved parent a thousand times over.]
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Date: 2019-10-11 02:51 pm (UTC)The Hollow Knight pulled itself back from the embrace, not wanting to make Grimm feel as if he had to give it so prolonged a touch if it was an imposition. It knew it shouldn't be feeling this, but oh, it was so hard to tell itself that.
It knew the Wyrm had died. It had felt it, Her screaming delight and renewed struggle to free Herself, when he had vanished from Hallownest. The Hollow Knight had known its Father; He would never have left this Kingdom if He had had a choice.
Why, then, did the confirmation hurt so?
It typed a message, fingers stiff and shaking slightly. ]
The world is a smaller place without Him.
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Date: 2019-10-11 10:16 pm (UTC)[What he did for Hallownest is undeniable. Grimm does think the bugs were better off under his rule than the Radiance - that's a low bar, but it is a bar.]
Would it help if I shared another memory of him?
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Date: 2019-10-13 07:39 am (UTC)If any emotion it felt was good, even here. Even now. ]
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Date: 2019-10-13 08:00 am (UTC)Your father was the one to call me to Hallownest and request my aid, and when I encountered other residents of the White Palace it was at his side. With his retainers, the Pale King was the picture of the aloof, unmoved god and monarch - but with the White Lady, he expressed much more genuine emotion.
That they loved each other deeply, I was certain of from the first time I saw them together.
[And no matter what tragic ending that love found, that moment is a pure one still.]
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Date: 2019-10-13 08:36 am (UTC)It nodded again, looking down at the ground, where the water that dripped off of it was forming a damp patch. It would need to clean that up, but it could wait, for now. It wanted to hear more. ]
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Date: 2019-10-13 08:54 am (UTC)He tells of the Pale King's laboratory, the way writing would glow and shift depending on what the Pale King was working on that day. His days upon days of labor on the Kingsmoulds and later the Vessels, and how often Grimm had to be the one to remind him that his physical body needed rest.
The many attempts and failed attempts at those moulds, how even the failed attempts would put any other engineer to shame. Even the one that wouldn't stop giggling.
How he had heard the Pale King laugh out loud exactly once, and missed what the White Lady said that triggered such an astonishing response, and had been wondering about that impossibly funny joke for hundreds of years.]
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Date: 2019-10-13 11:10 am (UTC)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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Date: 2019-10-15 06:57 am (UTC)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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