[ Surprise fluttered across the surface of the void, skipping like a stone before sinking into the depths. The Hollow Knight had not expected an embrace, and nor had it been particularly upset. Just nostalgic, in a perhaps maudlin way.
Not that it should be either.
The touch, even without Chroma considered, felt wonderful. It had only been touched a handful of times in its life. Grimm had embraced it when it arrived, and it had curled up on him in return. It had felt so good. This was even better, because it was contact, it was Chroma, and it was a touch of that Void that joined them together.
Its sibling was the heart of void. It would try to be the shell that protected it, strong though the heart was. That was the least they could do for them.
Its arms encircled the Knight, returning the hug. ]
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Not that it should be either.
The touch, even without Chroma considered, felt wonderful. It had only been touched a handful of times in its life. Grimm had embraced it when it arrived, and it had curled up on him in return. It had felt so good. This was even better, because it was contact, it was Chroma, and it was a touch of that Void that joined them together.
Its sibling was the heart of void. It would try to be the shell that protected it, strong though the heart was. That was the least they could do for them.
Its arms encircled the Knight, returning the hug. ]