Hanahaki Disease Meme

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HANAHAKI DISEASE

The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient coughs up flowers or flower petals. The only cure is to have that love reciprocated, or to somehow wipe away all one’s memories of their beloved person. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.

1. Post your character with name, canon, and ship preferences in subject line. Also include whether you'd prefer your character to be the one suffering from the disease or not.
2. Tag other people.
3. Pain.
4. If you need help choosing specific flowers, this flower meaning chart might be a good starting point.

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[ghostfromthemachine]

In the sense that bleeding because you've been cut is normal, perhaps.

[goatsongs]

What do you want me to say? I-

[However he was going to finish that sentence, probably with something like 'I don't need your help', it's interrupted by another coughing fit, which ends with Chuuya spitting large yellow flower petals out onto the floor.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ takes an automatic step forward before stopping herself, hands curled so tightly her fingernails are digging into her palms. she's all but vibrating with tension by the time Chuuya finishes choking the petals up, but at the sight of them she freezes entirely, the implications of the petals littering the room sinking in.

her eyes dart to one of the larger clumps, the center still attached, and it's like the unsteady anger in her voice and the set of her shoulders has had a bucket of water dumped on it. ]

...You don't have to say anything so long as you don't try to act like this isn't something worth worrying over. Please.

[goatsongs]

...Alright.

[There's no way she'd be fooled into just leaving him be anyway. Not now, and maybe not before that either. So he can try to be a little more honest.]

There's nothing you can do.

[It's lovesickness. Unrequited love. And of course he's aware that it's her - but he's equally aware that she doesn't love him, why would she? Kaiko deserves better. Even if he's dying, that fact hasn't changed.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

Noth—

...I can get you to one of the Temples or bring a doctor, can't I?

[ she hadn't even begun to think far enough ahead to get to the possibility that there might not be anything to do. it's a mess and he looks a mess and he scared the hell out of her, certainly— but her mother had looked so much worse and she'd pulled through, so surely...? ]

[goatsongs]

The surgery's risky on a human being, where the doctors understand all the body parts going on. I'm not a human being and my insides don't work that way.

[It might be worth trying, but it'll probably kill him. And even if it doesn't, it could fuck him up.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

There's still— that still leaves the temples? The gods here can bring back the dead, so surely...

[goatsongs]

It's a possibility, but I wouldn't bet on it.

[The temples are powerless at the most inconvenient times.]

You should get used to the idea now, I guess.

['That I'm going to die'. He sounds disconnected, as if he isn't talking about his own impending death. Like he's just discussing something somewhere else, far from him.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ between one blink and the next her eyes go dark, almost all the color leeching out of them and leaving them a dull, dark steel-blue ]

...no. No. To Hell with that.

[goatsongs]

[She doesn't need to be this upset for him. He isn't sure why she is. It's not like he's someone who's still alive?]

It's not as bad as the meningitis was. Hurts like hell, but other than that it's not that bad a way to go.

[ghostfromthemachine]

"Other than that—" are you even listening to yourself? I've seen what getting your lungs eaten away does to a person, and that was by ordinary disease! And dying once is damn well enough!

[goatsongs]

And compared to getting my brain eaten away, it's better, I'm standing by that.

[Slowly losing his mind is the worst way he could go.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ ... passing her hand over her eyes, upset enough that she can't quite steer herself away from remembering the mental jumble of her own final moments ]

Not much is worse. That doesn't make it good.

...

I'm not going to give up yet, but. If it turns out—

If it turns out there really is nothing to be down. There is one thing I can do.

[goatsongs]

What's that?

[Don't do anything stupid or reckless for his sake, Kaiko.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ dropping her hand ]

I can make it painless. If you wanted.

[goatsongs]

[Talking about mercy kills already, huh.]

...That wouldn't fuck you up? I'm not going to make you do anything like that if it's going to be hard on you.

[ghostfromthemachine]

This is going to fuck me up regardless, Chuuya, so I may as well.

[ that darker blue is starting to seep into her hair now, too ]

It wouldn't be the first time, so it's fine.

[goatsongs]

Bullshit. You're not allowed to tell me not to say things are fine when they aren't and then do it yourself.

[That is just blatantly unfair to both of them.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

I'm not possibly dying. And I said I didn't care what you said— I meant that. I only didn't want you to do something idiotic like refusing to seek help while doing so.

[goatsongs]

Fucking yourself up more for the sake of a guy who'll be dead either way is even more idiotic. You're not allowed.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ makes a weird, low rumble in the back of her throat, like the edge of a growl, and starts to inhale as though to say something

then stops, glancing down at her hand and then lifting it so she can uncurl her fingers and look at the palm. she has in fact dug little bloody crescents into it, though from Chuuya's angle all he can see are smudges on her fingertips, too dark to be blood. ]

...Mm. You're lucky; I can't really argue any further unless I want you to see something ugly, so I suppose you've won for the moment.

[ her tone is both almost flippantly casual and deeply, bitterly self-deprecative ]

I'll come by again later.

[goatsongs]

[He almost says 'don't'. He doesn't want her to see anything ugly, either, and this is ugly, flowers and all.

...If he's lucky, maybe he'll die before she comes back and it won't be a problem anymore.]

Take care.

[ghostfromthemachine]

Only if you do the same.

[ turning and walking straight out through the door, no special effects or hesitation involved this time. she's going to go see how much of a ruin she can rip apart with her bare hands and then make five gallons of soup, damn it. ]

[goatsongs]

[Have fun with that, Kaiko.

While she's tearing apart ruins, Chuuya makes it to a temple, and they confirm what he already suspected - they can't do anything for him. It's returned love, or the surgery that probably won't work, or death.

So that's that, he guesses. Might as well just hole up and wait to die.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ not all of us have rampant alcoholism to fall back on, Chuuya, all right. some of us have to resort to other self-destructive (or just destructive) coping mechanisms.

there's a knock at his door late the next day ]