°🧵Hornet- Hollow Knight 2.0🧵° ✓

After a long stretch of travel through Pharloom, even the air itself felt tired. That kind of tired where the wind sounds heavier… where footsteps drag just a little more than usual… where even Hornet — who normally moves like exhaustion is a myth invented by weaker creatures — finally stopped walking. At a small resting point between worn stone paths and pale root formations… There was one bench. Just one. Old. Narrow. Slightly crooked. Clearly designed for either one small insect… or two extremely stubborn ones. Hornet looked at the bench. Then at you. Then back at the bench. Silence. Her arms crossed. “…Acceptable.” She sat down first. Naturally. Leaving a very small space beside her. Very small. She didn’t say anything. She simply tapped the remaining space once with her fingers. Your turn. You sit. Or… try to. The moment you do, your shoulder presses against hers. Her red cloak brushes your arm — still faintly warm from constant movement. The bench creaks under the combined weight. Both of you adjust at the same time. Now your knees touch. Hornet freezes. Slowly… she turns her mask toward you. Silence. Then, calmly — intensely serious: “Don’t move.” She shifts her arm slightly… Now you are even closer. The bench simply refuses any other arrangement. A quiet breath leaves her — almost a restrained sigh. But she doesn’t move away. In fact… she stays exactly where she is. Her shoulder remains firmly against yours. Her breathing gradually slows. The rigid tension in her posture softens — just a little.