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They're not dead.
Less dead than they'd felt, at least. Their shell doesn't normally take so long to reform.
Then again. Their shell doesn't usually break of their own violation as they ascended in a boiling rage, ate at least one realm, a god, and all the Godseekers.
(That last point is debatable, actually. There's some odd sense, deep under their...shell? Void? Wherever they once stored things like Isma's Tear, much deeper now...that the sea-mind is still there, sluggish and held in a stasis. They're already adjusting enough, and they don't seem to be dying or trying to kill them, so that problem is neatly sorted as 'for later'.)
They push their body to stand. Their horn clangs uncomfortably loudly against the grate they've apparently woken up beneath. They're somewhere in the Royal Waterways. A quick check of the map--or, not so quick, as it takes time to locate where it had been--shows they've risen about halfway through, closer to the City of Tears than the White Palace. They'll go to the Stag Station in the City Storerooms next.
So they think. Complications arise on the way.
The Infection is gone, leaving dead Flukes, Pilflips, and Hwurmps in piles enough it takes time to force their way past. Their body seems too small. No, their body is fine--there's something wrong with perception itself. That will take time to adjust to.
Then, they discover the Monarch Wings now stretch and warp when used, twisting around the nearest pipes after landing before the Knight forcibly calls them back. Shade Wings, they decide to call these.
Once they're high enough to hear the rain above, they realize a noise they'd ascribed to water running in the distance is, in fact, something swirling behind their mask. Many somethings. All the fragments of Siblings with enough self left, staring out from their eyes. It's disconcerting.
By the time they actually get out of the Waterways, they're using their Shade Wings to grip ledges and drag themselves up, with those holding onto things better than their own arms are with the Mantis Claw.
The Knight faceplants awkwardly onto the floor of the building Lemm's shop is in. If the City is the same as below, there's little left to try killing them in the area.
They'll just take a moment here, thanks.
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Date: 2023-06-14 07:37 pm (UTC)The thoughts aren't any quieter, but they, and all the horrible wrongness, are easier to ignore.
They'll let go before Lemm does this time, but make no motion to pull away.
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Date: 2023-06-14 08:18 pm (UTC)Lemm holds on tight, faintly squeezing them closer to his chest, his other hand still resting between their horns. (Distantly he registers: smooth, intact, not that he has any idea what it looked like broken and he never intends to, but the point is they're all right. And another lingering frayed nerve smooths back into place.) He stares over their head at the back wall, processing.
When their limbs drop Lemm retreats slowly. The hand on their head lingers the longest.
"Steady," he says again, with a mindful look.
He eases back upright, and pushes the heavy curtain aside so that he can keep an eye on them while he busies about the stove.
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Date: 2023-06-14 11:52 pm (UTC)Slowly, as kettle and the like are collected, the Knight sinks from straight-back bench pose to a slump. They push memories of their Sibling's frozen claws away, settling their paws on the pillows on either side, just to feel. Grounding, present. They still have two arms.
With conscious effort, they lean back. It's an awkward angle, but that's to their advantage. It's all soft enough not to be terribly uncomfortable.
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Date: 2023-06-15 04:16 am (UTC)Lemm shoots them a long, studious glance, just to reassure himself they're staying put. And they are, reclining a bit even, which is better than he hoped. He stares back at the wall.
Twice he's brought them back here, now, and twice they've stayed, as if it was remotely a good idea. He has some strange unidentified feelings about it and for practical reasons it is time to unceremoniously ignore them. Not now. He reaches for the kettle.
Lemm returns quietly to their side with just the one teacup, filled with tea he now knows won't get drunk and only he can smell. This is not the point; the point is the cup is warm and he holds it out in front of the Knight's face in case they're zoned out enough to need prompting.
"Awkward thing, aren't you," he points out, thinking of the pillow on the counter again, and with little fuss Lemm moves one of the pillows up, tucking it behind their knees so they're no longer in danger of sliding onto the floor.
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Date: 2023-06-15 03:12 pm (UTC)It takes his added pillow offering to realize. Right. Physically, he meant.
Writing that the angle was intentional would be too much...effort. Too much.
There's a warm cup in their paws to give attention to now. They can't smell or taste it, but they can tip their head down to examine the contents and the cup itself perfectly well.
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Date: 2023-06-15 03:51 pm (UTC)Lemm perches beside them (with space between, but only small) with his hands folded together, legs straight in front of him, and gives himself a short moment to stare into space and brave the next step.
(In the dim light of a lamp strung up overhead, the tea is a rich reddish-brown, with flecks floating around at the bottom that look like they might be bark. The cup is predictably antique, decorated around the handle with scratched silvery leaf; there's a painted Hallownest Seal on the inside, and Lemm has filled the cup appropriately to the middle line, as if by habit. It's part of a matched set, they might remember - someone might remember...)
"...Wait til the tea settles," he advises, quietly, as if this is a rule he's gone by before. "You'll know your hands are steady enough."
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Date: 2023-06-15 04:44 pm (UTC)(They spare a thought it's likely positive they're unable to drink this. Feeling warmth from inside would go poorly.)
They sag and tip their horns at Lemm, and then at all the pillows behind their backs. If he wants to lie down again...
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Date: 2023-06-15 05:56 pm (UTC)At the motion out of the corner of his eye, he's drawn to glance at them, though he looks away and shakes his head just as quickly. Too wired. Or he won't while they're here. Or it'd be impolite. Or he isn't tired. One or several of these are true.
He should talk. Fill the silence. That'd be something ordinary.
"Thought I'd tidy." Obviously.
He scratches his beard.
"S'not going well." Obviously!
Lemm folds his arms, then, and slumps back against the pillows in a sulk. Fine, he's comfortable. The Knight might be jolted very slightly as the pillows shift.
"Not my fault everything I pick up is worth keeping. Can't fault a bug for that," he insists, sounding rather like he doesn't believe a word. "I'd say at least there's space to move in here but I know it's all coming back as soon as I let it. Remember well what ye'll see not again," he quotes from somewhere-or-other, and gestures to the empty floor. "Forgot the tiles were patterned."
Are their paws steady yet. He hopes so. He doesn't have many 'safe' options right now other than to talk about his own business and frankly it's no fun.
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Date: 2023-06-15 06:08 pm (UTC)In spite of that, they're quietly pleased when he drops back. The tea is steady enough not to spill across their lap.
Tidying. Yes, that would make sense. They nod along, peering down with some genuine surprise. Look at that, the tiles are patterned.
...Each time they think about what they came here for, their paws tremble more.
So they won't. Not yet. They can respond to this, at least, albeit in wobbly glyphs at the angle they use, careful to set the tea and keep it steady on their lap with one paw.
Wondered if you were moving.
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Date: 2023-06-15 07:10 pm (UTC)Their words get a sharp look. Then he tilts his head back and studies the ceiling. (Which could also use a duster, now that he's looking.)
"I've thought about it," he admits. And it is an admission, an unpleasant one. It says too much about him. There are conversations to be had - that can only be had in private. "Bugs don't have to be quite as mad to live here any more - you'd be surprised how quickly it happens." With a sigh: "It's happening already... I didn't come here looking for neighbours."
He closes his eyes, rubbing the heel of his hand against the base of his horn like he's soothing a headache.
"No, I don't think I'm going anywhere. This Relic Seeker's found his calling. Hallownest's gotten into me you see, you know it when you find it. I was made for this place." Hallownest. The City of Tears. This shop specifically, even.
A pause. There are conversations -
"Anyway," he says, more quietly, "I don't trust my luck for you to find my shop twice in one lifetime, Knight. If I ever so much as up sticks to Greenpath you'll hear about it in advance."
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Date: 2023-06-15 09:35 pm (UTC)Just as his moving away hadn't, not for some time. Not after promises about not disappearing.
The Knight's tiny claws grip the cup's handle tight. They thought he might move shop to somewhere more convenient in the City, not...well. He would have told them, and they knew that before he reassured. They nod again.
--They should say it.
I knew you would tell me. Still, thank you.
...Thanks aren't what they're here for, though.
The quill hovers over the paper. They're not as frantic as they were. This doesn't mean they know where to start.
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Date: 2023-06-16 06:00 am (UTC)"I'd tell you first," he corrects. "It'd pointless to start without you. You'd be excellent transport." They would not be finding out via finding his bags halfway packed, so to speak.
Lemm watches out of the corner of his eye as they begin what looks like a very familiar false start.
"Events first," he prompts. Lemm locks his eyes politely fixed on the ceiling. "If you're struggling, go through it chronologically. Doesn't need context or details yet." This isn't a historical account. He alters the wording a bit: "Just tell me what happened."
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Date: 2023-06-16 01:09 pm (UTC)...Just the events. Just what happened. Just.
After my mask was repaired, I wanted to check in on my siblings further within Deepnest. It had been a while, and I wanted to know what happened that led to
The Hollow Knight sticks like a thorn in their head despite themselves, and they take a moment, tracing the edge of the teacup.
their expedition into the City. Hornet was out. Tall Sibling was there.
I give them updates during my visits. I
amwasam often unsure if they listen. I couldtellthis time.I thought theyI found them kneeling and I despised it but I ignored it.I eventually asked directly. what had happened. I didnt fully expect a response this time either. The Knight pauses again, pressing a little further into the pillows.
I received one.
(Through Void, like our other Siblings, not writing.)
And
it wasthey shared somuchmany thoughts. hurting and terrible. I was taken off guard and fled to keep the Lord of Shades from frightening them further or ruining the village dwellings anddidntcouldn't think about anything else. and I ran here and hid. as you know.no subject
Date: 2023-06-16 03:19 pm (UTC)There is such gravity behind the mask of the Hollow Knight. That's what they're telling him here. And it shouldn't be a surprise with what he knows already, but there is something - he knows, as he thinks it, this is beyond naive, it's not like him - there is something to the image of the Hollow Knight standing upright in stone in a rainy square -- ugh. Now he recognises the bias. And he fell for it, as the sculptor and the client intended. Even with the context, the impression lingered at the back of his mind and it's been... colouring things. Rookie mistake.
Lemm does not say any of this. He sinks slightly into the pillows, thoroughly displeased with himself, and scowls at the far wall.
"Thought they were - quiet," he says, and feels like more of an idiot. "Figured it was their business, from what you said. Didn't ask." Should've, maybe? How was he, of all bugs, supposed to know that?
...Actually.
"Well, how were you s'posed to know?" he mutters. "Until they told you, I mean. Anyway it sounds - bad." Inadequate, that. But it sits kind of like an invitation, on the doubtful chance they want to tell him more.
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Date: 2023-06-16 07:19 pm (UTC)...It's natural to the Knight. They don't have a significant amount of experience with other surviving Vessels to compare to.
They motion disagreement, though Lemm is right. They wouldn't know, they couldn't. They hadn't even thought it. They thought--
I thought it was all of the Radiance. I thought because she hurt them. And she did, and they are recovering yet, and may possibly forever. I knew and expected such. But that was barely any of what they offered. They
The paw with the King's Brand pulls up and clenches into a tiny fist until it's still again.
gave me what they thought
I wthe King and "the Vessel who did not fail" needed because theyliedbelieve they deceived the Pale King by not sharing they were not hollow. and now should never hide anything. So they gave me everything. they could. These thoughts first but not alone.I knowI am afraid to look.They aren't afraid to look away from the paper, but their head locks itself facing those last few sentences still.
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Date: 2023-06-16 08:09 pm (UTC)Ah, that is a lot of information at once, and spread out on a page with not much coherence. Lemm tilts a bit to read better. And he doesn't mean to loom, only the angle is awkward...
His line of sight is interrupted slightly by their fist.
...He slumps back into place when he's done, and folds his arms over his chest, thinking. This is a lot. None of it is remotely familiar to him, and he doesn't have good advice, here, not really, just second-hand...
It doesn't take long. He feels strange about leaving them in silence too long here, which might be why his answer isn't exactly thought-through.
Nor is it verbal at first. Lemm settles a hand on their head. Give him a minute. Give them a minute. But he's here, regardless.
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Date: 2023-06-16 08:18 pm (UTC)--And the tea is upset. Not nearly all of it, but a few warm lines dump down their cloak and leg. Both jerk them from drawing further into swirling misery. They pat Lemm's wrist and gingerly scoot forward to keep any more of it from spilling over the pillows.
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Date: 2023-06-16 08:22 pm (UTC)- Unimportant, there is tea everywhere. It's all over the Knight and it's - liquid, so it's going to be all over his bed, he's going to have to sleep on that, but it's also all over the only guest he's got, all of this is bad at the same time -
The Knight will find themselves unceremoniously swept up under the arms and held, awkwardly, by a Relic Seeker who is now on his feet and didn't quite mean this at all. He is still in the moment. He is probably about to be horrified.
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Date: 2023-06-16 08:32 pm (UTC)The teacup goes flying (to the floor, thankfully, sparing the pillows from further abuse) along with the paper, and the Knight catches themselves before they can snatch their Nail free. Lemm gets a tangle of Wing flapping and wrapping wildly around his arm and part of his beard in agitation before they fully realize what's happened, and they force themselves to hang still.
Somewhat more calmly: what. They peer back over their shoulder.
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Date: 2023-06-16 08:43 pm (UTC)The moment settles, and: he is standing, holding the Knight like some offending stray beast caught going at a pantry, and there is a bit of tea dripping from them, but really not enough to warrant this, now that he's entirely present and thinking about it.
There is tea all over his floor. Amid shards of shattered cup, because the floor is hard. He stares at that.
Then he stares at the back of the Knight's head, suddenly unsure quite what to do with them. (There is Void tangled at him, in places. Not sure what to do about that especially. Can he put them down, even?)
...He puts them down, slowly, just sinks them to the floor until their feet are touching and very, very gingerly lifts his hands away, flared out like he's making a point of not touching, any more, see. See how he's backing off from what he just did. See. Look.
His hands come back to clasp awkwardly at his front, rubbing. He waits for their Wings to recede.
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Date: 2023-06-16 08:52 pm (UTC)They're discombobulated enough the tendrils of Void stay for a few long moments before snapping back to rest.
The Knight turns around and stares up at him, then down to the teacup pieces. And the growing tea puddle. Which is encroaching on the paper. They duck down to pick up the paper before more than a corner can be dampened, and then stare further at the shards.
Several quick things just happened after several more, longer, stressful things. They look back at Lemm helplessly. Again, unspoken (yet feeling very loud behind their mask): what?
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Date: 2023-06-16 09:51 pm (UTC)He's staring - at them, at the tea, spreading into the grooves between the tiles, he should do something about that.
No, first, the Knight. But either thing means leaving the room.
Lemm is too old to be paralysed by this. He presses a hand to his forehead and slides it up his horn, frowning.
"That was stupid of me," he says out loud. Sorry won't come. Most things don't. "Hold your thoughts, will you."
He determinedly disappears out past the curtain.
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Date: 2023-06-17 03:34 am (UTC)He grabbed them to stop the tea from spilling, they realize. But made it worse. Panicking? They're not sure why tea is worse than the endless spilling outside--though they suppose there's no leaks directly above the pillow pile.
...They broke a relic. A relic Lemm was using. There's guilt, now, and it's almost fully their own.
Shade Wings reach out and start prodding the fragments out of the puddle and into a pile.
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Date: 2023-06-17 07:43 am (UTC)He snatches up a cleaning cloth he left on the counter and tries to tell himself it doesn't matter it still smells strongly of metal polish. On the way back he also swipes up an antique scuttle, because he can't find anything better to put trash in.
When he hurries back in, he thunks the scuttle down on the floor and immediately waggles the cloth at the Knight to try and shoo them away from the mess.
"Let me. S'my fault. Here."
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Date: 2023-06-17 08:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
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