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mistymansion2020-08-06 05:22 am
justsomeshrimp) wrote in mistymansion2020-08-06 05:22 am
drabble: grimm & lobco; remember me
Lunatia at night was a sight that Lobco doesn’t think she would ever get tired of. The sky was a canvas of black ink, but all around them were bright lights in hues of pink, purple and cyan. The storm had cleared the road of both vehicles and but a few stragglers darting to their destination. Watching the soaring skyscrapers through a curtain of rain, nearly drowned out music coming from one of the nearby stores was mesmerizing.
She could close her eyes and drift off to this, but she was equally tempted to run out into the rain. To run and jump and slap around would be so much fun and remind her of all those rainy days of her tropical home.
That said she was glad to also enjoy just watching it from the comfort of this bus stop with it’s glass walls and seating—largely because of her present company.
“You can teleport home if you want, you don’t have to stay here with me.” She assures.
“I am enjoying my time with you, and Grimmchild is in good hands with the Knight. You need not worry for me. Besides it would be quite rude of me to leave you stuck out here, alone.”
Grimm, as always, was one who she felt as peace with. Among most others in her life, even those she considered friends there were few she could enjoy such close quarters and silence with. Her gaze turned to him by her side, much like her he was fascinated by the sight and regarded the way the rain cast the world into a colorful haze with an appreciative eye. It was probably silly of her, but she couldn’t help but be oddly happy to see it.
“Hallownest is mostly underground, yes? I wonder how Hollow Knight and their siblings regard the rain.”
Grimm nodded to confirm her assumption. “They have Dirtmouth, a little village above ground which sometimes experiences rain, and the City of Tears is located beneath a lake and so is encased in something akin to perpetual rain. It would not be entirely foreign to them, but likely none of them have experienced something such as this before coming here.”
It makes Lobco glad to hear that they are getting so many new experiences, and it makes her wish that she could get some underground experiences of her own. There have been many different terrains she has explored but admittedly underground is not one of them. The closest she ever came would be the instances in which she used to travel alone and would bury herself into the ground as a means of protecting herself from being attacked while she slept.
“It rains much in your home, no?” He turns his head towards her, expression inquisitive.
“Half the time, I would say. And on Hydrangea Island it is constantly raining. I would love falling asleep to the sound of the water hitting the surface, and the currents churning.”
“Was it not dangerous?”
Lobco shook her head. “Not so far down. Even during storms it was safe down where we were, but it could become a problem if you ventured too far up.” Speaking of her home is always a pleasure, but with it comes an inevitable sadness.
She gives a small jerk of her head, as if to shake the thoughts off.
“Is something the matter, my dear?” Grimm turned fully to her and she gives him a small.
“I’m fine, thank you. Just thinking how fun it would be to run out into the rain.” Her expression turns mischievous. “Would you like to join me?”
“I will enjoy watching you have fun from here.” He responded kindly.
Lobco pouted a little. Polite as ever, Grimm was incredibly hard to tease as he responded to everything with such grace. All the same she turned to gaze out towards the rain. Grimm had made it very clear he wouldn’t judge at her indulging herself so the temptation became ever stronger. Experimentally she holds her arm out, watching as her sleeve got wet.
Hm. None of the clothing that she has here is like the clothing from home, enchanted to be much more durable against water. They would immediately get soaked and then she would be dripping water all over their apartment.
…
But she could easily clean that up.
Without another bit of hesitation she jumped out and was immediately doused. The water came down hard, and in minutes she was soaked and cold, but just as quickly her body began to readjust. She spread her arms out wide and lift her face to the sky. The raindrops washed away her face and hair, cascaded down her back and tail and she spun around delightedly, not caring if anyone else might be watching. Her playing was interrupted by the sound of an odd whispering, almost hissing sound and she turned around to see that Grimm had stepped out after all.
An arm was elegantly raised over his head so the expanse of his wing served as an umbrella. The sound she had been hearing was of the rain evaporating every time it hit his wings. The initial alarm she felt gave way to amusement.
“Changed your mind?”
“You simply looked like you were having so much fun.” He extended his free hand to her which she happily took and together the two danced around. His hand was a stark contrast in temperature to the rest of the rain and her body.
As much as she was enjoying herself, however, she worried that Grimm might just be humoring her and she didn’t want him to force himself to do something that was uncomfortable; so after a couple of minutes she pulled the two of them back into the safety of the bus stop’s canopy. The two sat down on the bench laughing, hers more breathless and Grimm opened an arm—an invitation she gladly accept by shift close to him and hugging him. Immediately she could feel the warmth returning to her body, and her clothes begin to dry. The two of them stay there together in silence, her head pressed against his chest and feeling the rhymetic beating of his heart. It and the rained lulled her into an almost sleepy state.
She would miss moments like these when she could do nothing and simply enjoy peace when she was sent back home. Nothing having over her head, no need to validate herself by making herself useful. She would miss Grimm.
She would miss him so, so much.
“Grimm?”
“Yes Lobco?”
She opened her eyes for a moment, hesitating a little. She didn’t want to ruin the moment with the unfortunate turn her brain had taken but Danny had suggested to her that she shouldn’t be so afraid of speaking her mind.
“...do you think there is any way that we’ll remember each other when we’re both back home?”
His hand squeezed her shoulder.
“I cannot say what will happen when I return to Hallownest. This is certainly a first for my line and the Ritual was close at hand...but if I forget, I know of one who will remind. You will not be forgotten, Lobco.”
...did he mean the Nightmare King? He wasn’t technically here was he? Which meant he wasn’t really effected by Prismatica's strange and unknown rules. If that was the case, then he would remember.
It was hard to think about especially with the reminder of how soon the Ritual was to happen but all the same Lobco was grateful that Grimm had given her grounded hope.
“I will do everything I can to find a way to remember you too, Grimm. I never want to forget you.”
She could close her eyes and drift off to this, but she was equally tempted to run out into the rain. To run and jump and slap around would be so much fun and remind her of all those rainy days of her tropical home.
That said she was glad to also enjoy just watching it from the comfort of this bus stop with it’s glass walls and seating—largely because of her present company.
“You can teleport home if you want, you don’t have to stay here with me.” She assures.
“I am enjoying my time with you, and Grimmchild is in good hands with the Knight. You need not worry for me. Besides it would be quite rude of me to leave you stuck out here, alone.”
Grimm, as always, was one who she felt as peace with. Among most others in her life, even those she considered friends there were few she could enjoy such close quarters and silence with. Her gaze turned to him by her side, much like her he was fascinated by the sight and regarded the way the rain cast the world into a colorful haze with an appreciative eye. It was probably silly of her, but she couldn’t help but be oddly happy to see it.
“Hallownest is mostly underground, yes? I wonder how Hollow Knight and their siblings regard the rain.”
Grimm nodded to confirm her assumption. “They have Dirtmouth, a little village above ground which sometimes experiences rain, and the City of Tears is located beneath a lake and so is encased in something akin to perpetual rain. It would not be entirely foreign to them, but likely none of them have experienced something such as this before coming here.”
It makes Lobco glad to hear that they are getting so many new experiences, and it makes her wish that she could get some underground experiences of her own. There have been many different terrains she has explored but admittedly underground is not one of them. The closest she ever came would be the instances in which she used to travel alone and would bury herself into the ground as a means of protecting herself from being attacked while she slept.
“It rains much in your home, no?” He turns his head towards her, expression inquisitive.
“Half the time, I would say. And on Hydrangea Island it is constantly raining. I would love falling asleep to the sound of the water hitting the surface, and the currents churning.”
“Was it not dangerous?”
Lobco shook her head. “Not so far down. Even during storms it was safe down where we were, but it could become a problem if you ventured too far up.” Speaking of her home is always a pleasure, but with it comes an inevitable sadness.
She gives a small jerk of her head, as if to shake the thoughts off.
“Is something the matter, my dear?” Grimm turned fully to her and she gives him a small.
“I’m fine, thank you. Just thinking how fun it would be to run out into the rain.” Her expression turns mischievous. “Would you like to join me?”
“I will enjoy watching you have fun from here.” He responded kindly.
Lobco pouted a little. Polite as ever, Grimm was incredibly hard to tease as he responded to everything with such grace. All the same she turned to gaze out towards the rain. Grimm had made it very clear he wouldn’t judge at her indulging herself so the temptation became ever stronger. Experimentally she holds her arm out, watching as her sleeve got wet.
Hm. None of the clothing that she has here is like the clothing from home, enchanted to be much more durable against water. They would immediately get soaked and then she would be dripping water all over their apartment.
…
But she could easily clean that up.
Without another bit of hesitation she jumped out and was immediately doused. The water came down hard, and in minutes she was soaked and cold, but just as quickly her body began to readjust. She spread her arms out wide and lift her face to the sky. The raindrops washed away her face and hair, cascaded down her back and tail and she spun around delightedly, not caring if anyone else might be watching. Her playing was interrupted by the sound of an odd whispering, almost hissing sound and she turned around to see that Grimm had stepped out after all.
An arm was elegantly raised over his head so the expanse of his wing served as an umbrella. The sound she had been hearing was of the rain evaporating every time it hit his wings. The initial alarm she felt gave way to amusement.
“Changed your mind?”
“You simply looked like you were having so much fun.” He extended his free hand to her which she happily took and together the two danced around. His hand was a stark contrast in temperature to the rest of the rain and her body.
As much as she was enjoying herself, however, she worried that Grimm might just be humoring her and she didn’t want him to force himself to do something that was uncomfortable; so after a couple of minutes she pulled the two of them back into the safety of the bus stop’s canopy. The two sat down on the bench laughing, hers more breathless and Grimm opened an arm—an invitation she gladly accept by shift close to him and hugging him. Immediately she could feel the warmth returning to her body, and her clothes begin to dry. The two of them stay there together in silence, her head pressed against his chest and feeling the rhymetic beating of his heart. It and the rained lulled her into an almost sleepy state.
She would miss moments like these when she could do nothing and simply enjoy peace when she was sent back home. Nothing having over her head, no need to validate herself by making herself useful. She would miss Grimm.
She would miss him so, so much.
“Grimm?”
“Yes Lobco?”
She opened her eyes for a moment, hesitating a little. She didn’t want to ruin the moment with the unfortunate turn her brain had taken but Danny had suggested to her that she shouldn’t be so afraid of speaking her mind.
“...do you think there is any way that we’ll remember each other when we’re both back home?”
His hand squeezed her shoulder.
“I cannot say what will happen when I return to Hallownest. This is certainly a first for my line and the Ritual was close at hand...but if I forget, I know of one who will remind. You will not be forgotten, Lobco.”
...did he mean the Nightmare King? He wasn’t technically here was he? Which meant he wasn’t really effected by Prismatica's strange and unknown rules. If that was the case, then he would remember.
It was hard to think about especially with the reminder of how soon the Ritual was to happen but all the same Lobco was grateful that Grimm had given her grounded hope.
“I will do everything I can to find a way to remember you too, Grimm. I never want to forget you.”