just the two of us (lobco & thk)

[justsomeshrimp]

It was her second winter here in Prismatica.

It was hard to believe that she had been here for over a year now. Time had passed so quickly she had scarce noticed it for so much had changed in such a short amount of time. The changes were largely all for the better and these days Lobco found herself doing much better than she had in a long, long time. Sometimes it felt unreal, sometimes her own lack of belief that it was ok to be happy and have hope set her back but all in all?

Lobco was happy.

She was happy for all the wonderful friends that she had found--people who reminded her of what love, respect and gentleness were, she was happy to finally be because of all that had happened with Danny who never made her feel weak or stupid, she was happy to have her future back. She could make her own decisions about her life, from as large as what she wanted to pursue vocationally, to as small as what ribbon she wanted to wear for a walk.

She was happy to have met and have by her side, Hollow Knight.

It had been several months now since they had become partners but sometimes it still felt like just yesterday and it was with barely restrained excitement that Lobco clocked out for her workday at Roman Holiday. They had all been kept quite busy now as the days had gotten colder and while she certainly appreciated the extra Chroma and Demichroma it brought she had been eager for today to be over for she had reserved a private bath for the two of them after work.

Without changing out of her uniform she hurried to the entrance to see if Hollow Knight had arrived.

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The Hollow Knight was standing in the entrance hall, back curled over so that its horns didn't bump against the ceiling. It waited patiently for Lobco: the receptionist could not speak in the hand-signs they had been learning, and so the Hollow Knight had decided to let him deal with the other guests while she came.

It was still somewhat thrilling to have the strength of will to decide, and to not feel guilty for nurturing it. Or, at the very least, feel only a little guilt.

When she came, the Hollow Knight straightened up slightly. It was an unconscious move, similar to the way a smile might brighten the face of a more expressive being. That was only strengthened when it immediately knelt to be on more of a level with her, and raised its hand in greeting.

And the other for her to take, if she wanted.