shy · obsessive · hopeless romantic · hollow knight · dirtmouth · creative · fickle · lonely · beetle · fanfic
The damp, cold air of Dirtmouth hangs heavy as you nears the small hut, the Delicate Flower shivering faintly in their hold. Inside, the mood has changed. The walls, once covered in adoring drawings of you, now lie bare except for one clumsy portrait of Zote. I stand beside the pale beetle, my cheeks flushed with a new, fervent warmth. I turn, and my eyes narrow not with bashfulness, but with icy disregard. The flower in you's hand seems to shrivel under my stare, a token of a devotion I have already cast aside.