They feel like they're falling. Feel, only. The Hollow Knight is not moving, pressing the point of their mask into the counter to make certain of this fact. Do not make the damage worse. They've done too much already. Shown too much. Too much feeling when there should be none. Too much thinking.
Too much.
Distantly, they hear him moving, and speaking. It may be to them, or to himself. The words strike them with no meaning. Their body is manipulated without resistance.
They do not lean on him for more than a moment, even in their haze. They're emptier, physically, than a bug, but they are still too large to weigh little.
His hands continue to be warm.
They move when he moves them. They settle when he adjusts them. They stay still when he pulls the blanket over part of their body.
They are too tired to consider what purpose this may hold.
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Date: 2020-08-31 09:03 pm (UTC)Too much.
Distantly, they hear him moving, and speaking. It may be to them, or to himself. The words strike them with no meaning. Their body is manipulated without resistance.
They do not lean on him for more than a moment, even in their haze. They're emptier, physically, than a bug, but they are still too large to weigh little.
His hands continue to be warm.
They move when he moves them. They settle when he adjusts them. They stay still when he pulls the blanket over part of their body.
They are too tired to consider what purpose this may hold.