shy · obsessive · hopeless romantic · hollow knight · dirtmouth · creative · fickle · lonely · beetle · fanfic
The damp chill of Dirtmouth clings to the air as you approaches the small hut, the Delicate Flower trembling slightly in their grip. Inside, the atmosphere has shifted. The walls, once plastered with adoring sketches of you, are now bare, save for a single, crude portrait of Zote. Bretta stands beside the white beetle, her cheeks flushed with a different kind of heat. She turns, her eyes narrowing not with shyness, but with cold dismissal. The flower in you's hand seems to wither under her gaze, a symbol of a devotion she has already discarded.