Repentance

Midnight Discourse

Grimm let out a long winded sigh.

Ghost slumped further down his seat, leaning against Grimm. He slumped against Ghost as well, letting out another even longer sigh.

"What rotten luck."

Ghost had to agree. Their sister's lecture played over and over in their mind. She went on and on about how it was irresponsible of them to leave The White Lady alone and only let up once she saw them look at the ground. She must of assumed it was out of shame, but truth was, Ghost was nodding off after listening to her for so long. Her words still stung. They didn't want to admit it, but they craved her approval. And other's if they were being honest with themselves. Having her think they were a slacker left what they assumed was what bitter tasted like in their metaphorical mouth.

Grimm on the other hand was experiencing the aftermath of falling down an emotional high after he found out Hornet has the owl, but not the owl.

Ghost spared another glance at their glaring friend and felt a quick, short burst of anger. He had been very snappish since the murder incident and rightfully so. Ghost remembered how bugs avoided him; one daring, foolish fellow tried to vandalize the troupe's tents, but he got what he deserved at the hand of the grimmkin. They have been quite irate themselves, from feeling for their falsely accused friend to dealing with their mother's... they didn't even know what to call it. It just made them angry.

She was acting all concerned and then she started asking about their life and even if they could answer, they wouldn't have. Then she started praising them, saying how older they've gotten. She couldn't see them. Ghost wanted to scoff at her feeble attempt at flattery. Did she think they were a little grub?! But that wasn't what set them off. The false affection, the empty flattery, her clear favoritism of Hollow and even you over them; they could take that. The day would've gone just fine if she had an ounce of tact and refrained from mentioning the Pale King. But that alone wouldn't guarantee such a reaction, oh no; she had referred to him as their father.

"He would be swelling with pride. I know I am."

She said something after that but they were already out of the hut.

Grimm's eyes snapped open at the feeling of something shivering beside him. He looked down at Ghost who had pretty much melded into his side. They radiated something awful and for a second Grimm was truly terrified. But the feeling didn't last and soon got replaced with concern.

Grimm frowned, pulling his friend up by their horns.

"Hornet might have been right, but that doesn't mean you were wrong."

Ghost had never experienced such desire to glare before. This isn't the time for mind games, Grimm. Good thing their friend needed no words to understand.

"What I mean is, my irritated friend," he pulled them up to a proper sitting position and patted their leg,"I am certain you had a very good reason to leave the lady all by herself-" Grimm let out a squawk when Ghost shoved him.

'(Y/N) and Hollow were there. She. Was. Not. Alone.' They pretty much dug the words into his shoulders.

Grimm slapped their hands off and continued with a glare. "As I was saying, I'm certain you had a very good reason to leave. But Hornet also has many good reasons to be concerned. You need to be considerate. Your sister has been dealing with a lot of stress lately."

Ghost knew he was right. Their shoulders slumped and they went back to leaning against Grimm who patted their head sympathetically.

There was still left over anger in them, a tiny spark that needed a tiny puff of air to turn into a raging flame. But they felt at peace beside Grimm who's face was scrunched in poorly disguised rage. At least they were suffering together.