[ The Knight moves slowly, so they don't startle the much smaller bugs currently busily feeding. They open their hand, palm up, indicating that their elder sibling should do the same.
Once the Hollow Knight has imitated that gesture, they carefully sprinkle crumbs across that open hand. If they wait, palm held up, more fireflies will descend from where they flit and play in the forest's treetops to land and feed.
Neither of them can be anything but silent, robbed of voice from the moment of their birth. But -- it's comfortable. This quiet moment. No words are needed to savour it, take it in.
For the first time in a very long time, the Knight is not thinking of anything much. Not about the future, or the past, or their own troubles, or the complicated and sad tangle of feelings about their sibling being here, now, in this dream.
For the first time in a long time, they feel completely at peace. ]
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Once the Hollow Knight has imitated that gesture, they carefully sprinkle crumbs across that open hand. If they wait, palm held up, more fireflies will descend from where they flit and play in the forest's treetops to land and feed.
Neither of them can be anything but silent, robbed of voice from the moment of their birth. But -- it's comfortable. This quiet moment. No words are needed to savour it, take it in.
For the first time in a very long time, the Knight is not thinking of anything much. Not about the future, or the past, or their own troubles, or the complicated and sad tangle of feelings about their sibling being here, now, in this dream.
For the first time in a long time, they feel completely at peace. ]