This piece draws inspiration from Rendezvous, by Daniel Ransom. Worldbuilding inspired by Hollow Knight. 

Date: 13-3-2020

This isn't fanfiction for Hollow Knight... I just really like the music and world and was inspired! I listened to the OST while writing this, link to one that I felt fit the story the most. Even though some of the boss fights were /good/.

HIM

The light refracting from the stones cascading from above causes his pupils to shrink, horns bristling from the discomfort it caused him.

Since he was a little one he knew to fear the Light, and those who dwelled above.

Floating on his back is a pair of Mothwings, stained with the blood of those he'd killed to gain them, trailing behind like the coat of a king.

A coat of luminescence that scars him; it's glorious.

He prances over the mossy ground teeming with life, spores flying up whenever a foot hits the ground, eyes closed to the beauty around him.

He is one with the forest; the monarch of the Hidden World.

The White Knight.

HER

She knocks back the last of the sap she brought with her, the golden sludge sinking into her stomach as the guilt had a few moments before.

She took it from a Youngling, just learning to use its mouth properly when her dirty hands grabbed a hold of it. Ripped it open.

She's sorry.

But he was coming for her.

They say even fireflies can stand in his presence.

That he reflects the very fear buried in every creature above and below.

He is too light and shadow colliding at a point.

The point of his blade.

The nightmare of chiaroscuro.

He wanted her and everyone knew that.

It's why they wouldn't help her. Hollow eyes looking through her as they stared through the perpetual fog dotted with fireflies.

Briefly, she's reminded of home.

Another panicked run through the twining, woody stems snagging her ankles as whispers fill the air. A fragile flicker of happiness appears as she's wedged into a log.

It wasn't her fault.

She hadn't meant to fall down here, where eyes of Life and Light weren't revered. Eyes that filled with tears as oncoming storm clouds filled with rain.

She missed rain. Down in the mouth of hell it was only hot.

HIM

A passing brightbug catches his attention as it lands upon one scaly foot, horns turning skyward as he crouches to confer with the little thing.

It tells him all he needs, as brightbugs do, but it's a shame. Their tinkling voices aren't any good when they're crushed.

Their light is easily extinguished however, and he feeds his subjects. The living rot beneath him that bathes in his essence.

His wings stir, flare, scar.

Soulless body carried by the wind as phantoms drift through the twilight, looking for it.

The Invader of his perfect kingdom.

HER

The world around her is strangely beautiful, nothing like the nightmares of the Below that everyone told her at home.

Chiaroscuro.

That's what it is.

Everything pulses with light, light brought about by a fear of the Dark. Illuminescence shadowing through the dripping leaves and sodden air.

Everything fears true darkness. Especially its prey.

She never thought she'd be the hunted one.

If she had, she wouldn't have killed the child.

Then she notices, and her breath is stolen in a terrified, silent, scream.

She has to move.

She has to run.

The whispers in her head crescendo and form a voice.

A terrifying, awe striking voice.

The fireflies have gone out.

He is here.