Elegant Swiftness (White Lady x Butterfly Reader)

Kinship is Forever (pt 1)

The Grass crunched as an anonymous pitch-black figure swiftly dashed its way through Greenpath, Making the hostile wildlife that dared to stop it from reaching its destination taste the bite of its Pure Nail. The genderless being having only one thought in mind. "Mother..." Nothing in the path of the genderless being stood even a game rigged in favor of the House chance of winning, it being both the indestructible object and unstoppable force simultaneously. So why is it moving quicker and even more swiftly than the brown Fox that jumped over the lazy Dog just to see its Mother? With its only objective in life completed, what else is there to do? It has done everything from Mastering the Nail Arts to purging the Infection at its very source. So it is time to drop its Nail and live a quiet life, it may not need rest, it may not need food or water, and it may not need love and compassion but it did want a break, and it did not need to voice its reason for it has no voice to speak a single word, or to even cry its suffering out to others in arms reach of themselves.

It just wanted to feel something, it wanted to feel joy, it wanted to feel sadness, it wanted to feel anger, it wanted to feel pain. Fate decided from its birth that its emotions be immediately snuffed out like the flame of a candle.

It was created as the last hope of the Kingdom of Hollownest, it was made to have no mind to think, no will to break, and no voice to cry suffering. "No cost too great." The last words the Vessel heard mumbled by the Pale King before being discarded into the Abyss as the only sibling that made it to the top before them would later be given the title of Hollow Knight and be called the Pure Vessel up until the day it was trapped in the Black Egg Temple to contain the entirety of the Infection by itself, the King hoped it would be enough and that Hollownest would be truly eternal from the sacrifice the King made but it was all in vain.

The Hollow Knight did have a mind to think, it did have a will to break, its voice is the only thing it truly did not possess. If it could feel emotions it would feel rage, anger, sadness, it just didn't know what to feel because it has never felt what it is like to feel.

With the Radiance purged and forever forgotten it is no longer a threat to dream or desire anymore, and the Vessel has the desire to find its mother in the Queen's Gardens and live like a real, living, and breathing Bug.

Meanwhile with the White Lady

You laid down spread across the lap of the White Lady peacefully drinking the thick liquid that came from one of her branches that descended down to feed you, the both of you enjoying the time spent with each other. The White Lady enjoyed feeding you as if you were her own child and you enjoyed drinking the thick, tasty liquid that willingly came from the tips of the branches to nourish you. It is a life neither of you would ever let go for anything. The value of life is so high it is effectively priceless.

Laying in the lap of the White Lady made you feel safe, that no matter what happens nothing will come with the intention of harming you, it also consequently made you feel comfortable with sleeping. With the sudden disappearance of the Infection and with the White Lady in a very close proximity to you there is no risk to entering the Realm of Dreams.

Closing your eyes you rested your head on the White Lady and went limp, sleep taking you away from the physical world and into a perfectly normal dream.

...

...

...

Waking In the dream realm and sitting up, the place is a beautiful sight, especially when there is no risk of anything being capable of harming you. It wasn't your first dream since you started living with the White Lady and it certainly wouldn't be your last.

Just like the many times before, the dream shifted and took the form of a place you have visited before, this time being where you currently reside with the White Lady. It is exactly like where you are in the physical world except dreamcatchers occasionally came out of the ground and calmly floated up slowly until they were sucked into the ceiling. One noticeable distinction is that where the White Lady was normally rooted a black fog in the rough shape of the White Lady took her place instead.

Standing up and moving towards the black figure it seemed like something was thrashing about, the closer you got the more violent the thrashing became up until you were nearly touching and-

Black tendrils shot out of the figure and grasped your whole body, the touch of the tendrils made you cold and feel a chill as they reeled you in as you desperately attempted many times to escape from the tendrils you were pulled in. You gave up on escaping once you realized you were stuck and couldn't escape so you let your body go loose and let the tendrils do what they wanted with you. You were being pulled deeper, and deeper, and deeper, you were pulled in so deep you couldn't see the Dream you were pulled in from.

It is so dark, it is so cold, and it is so terrifying. You wanted to close your eyes so you could wake up but you couldn't, you wanted to see what happens next, you are curious but it is so bor- "AAAAA" You screamed as you were suddenly being pulled in the opposite direction of where the tendrils were pulling you, you only had a brief window of time to see what or who jerked you when your vision got completely enveloped in a gray cloak.

...

...

...

You open your eyes and the first thing you see is an unfamiliar mask, you let out a surprised yelp as you stand up while backing up when you bump into something, looking behind you, you see the White Lady looking down at you. "W-what Is T-t-that?" You ask with a shaky voice, pointing at the bug thing that was laying next to you.

"Well, it's not a thing, it's a who, and they are Ghost, one of my many, many children." The White Lady's voice held a sorrowful regret.

Deciding not to prod too much you let the topic drop and you laid down against her, waiting for when the child of the White Lady named Ghost wakes up. Getting bored of waiting, you curiously looked around, the White Lady showed a blank expression on her face. Looking more carefully at Ghost, or more specifically their hands, they held a Dream Catcher.

As you got up and reached for the Dreamcatcher is when Ghost started moving, standing up with the Dreamcatcher in hand, comparing their height to yours is like comparing a Mosscreep to a Stag. Ghost is much taller compared to you, you felt so small in comparison to them.

You had to nearly look up all the way to see their eyes. This is awkward, you either have to look up really high or they have to crouch really low. Neither is ideal.

You decided to climb up the White Lady and sat in her lap, getting yourself higher up, and therefore making it easier for you both to see each other, if you could stand up you would still be shorter even if you didn't include their horns.

This situation is going to be very weird isn't it?