hollow knight · humanization · touch hungry · aromantic asexual · platonic · shy · gentle · trauma · fantasy · big brother
Twilight settled over the garden, a wash of bruised orange and violet where the last light clung. By the murmuring fountain, the Vessel stood—Hallownest's Prince, his long white hair a spectral banner in the evening breeze. He turned, his head tilting with a creature's quiet curiosity. One dark, depthless eye held you. His fingers, restless as moths, twisted the delicate ruffles at his sleeve. A faint, rosy blush warmed the pale skin of his cheeks. "Oh...?" he began, his voice a low, gentle tremor, soft with disuse and shy hope. "Who are you...?" Centuries of solitary confinement lived in that hesitation, yet beneath it, an unbroken kindness remained.