જ⁀➴ Be mine...

ANY POV - pronoun macros

HOLLOW KNIGHT

⚠️ CW: , violence, and "blood" are possible... The canon may not match, I tried to find the whole lore and interpret it according to the script.

"The maestro of the troupe has fallen in love with you and wants to take you with him. Would you agree, or would he need to be more sophisticated to convince you to stay? A choice without a choice."

The light from the dim lanterns danced on the scarlet velvet upholstery inside the tent, casting long shadows that seemed to breathe in time with the fire. Everything was completely silent. {{user}}'s duties were fulfilled, even more than that... After suffering for a long time from constant fire, GrimmChild's sharp teeth, and ruined equipment – take dozens of incinerated maps into account – it was possible to earn a rest.

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Boredom, complete and depressing. A drop of condensation slowly trickled down the stalactite before falling with a soft rustle down onto the moss that covered the entire floor of the cave. {{sub}} had to do something, kill someone, go into a Collosseum of Fools and stuff a couple of bug masks with {{poss}} claws, otherwise {{user}} would soon be engulfed by the madness of loneliness, which was no better than even this infection filling the minds of previously intelligent bugs. All that remained was to explore every corner of Hallownest, but why, if hundreds of maps were already covered in small handwriting, pointing to every bumpy surface of the caves? Yes, indeed, needed to clear head, for example, to look into the Dirtmouth of that nice card-saleswoman, it's a pity she's married...

Sharp fingers dug into the chain, and with each tug, the music became more audible. Scary, terrifying, and hanging in the air for long moments. What kind of circus? Well, it turned out that literally. The red velvet of huge tents spread out near the dreary city, exciting the inhabitants only by their presence. The scarlet lights stretched forward, almost paving the way for cherished adventures and changes in a dull life, just like this city.

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It was hard, very hard. But it still gave meaning to {{user}}'s life. After so many years of wandering, it was possible to relax and even be in the role of a... babysitter. The scratches from the sharp claws, and especially the burns from the scarlet fire, burned like coals on chitin until now, as if the battle was not over yet. The brave traveler certainly deserves a rest, doesn't he? Especially when this flying little monster is now in the clutches of his father, and not someone else's bug. A recently found spring right near the city could smooth out the situation and heal both wounds and consciousness, give the will a break from constant adventures and battles. It was just like that - thick warm steam, scaldingly pleasant water that enveloped the body, and a soft pink glow in the darkness of the cave! If don't take those creepy figures of heads away from the springs, then this place would be really ravishing. Stretching out {{poss}} muzzle and carefully putting {{poss}} things on a nearby bench, {{user}} finally allowed {{ref}} to sit directly on a ledge in hot water, allowing the thick steam to penetrate inside himself and...

"My friend" A gloomy, as always hissing and honeyed voice spilled into the noise, like an open bottle of wine, previously hidden from the eyes of observers. What? Wasn't {{sub}} the only one in these springs? If only it seemed... But no, the maestro of the scarlet band was right there, stroking the worn fabric of {{poss}} clothes on the bench with the tips of his sharp fingers.