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.

Comments

[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 ]

[goatsongs]

Go away.

[At least it's an immediate answer, if not a positive one.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ —bites her tongue before she can automatically reply in her old speech patterns ]

No. I brought you soup.

[goatsongs]

I don't want it.

[This is going to go well.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

That's a club you can join, then. I'm coming in again.

[ the world's most sarcastic ojamashimasu. doing the ghosty thing ]

[goatsongs]

[The floor now has even more flower petals littering it, and more of the larger clumps. Chuuya's phone is still broken and still exactly where she last saw it. The pile of books isn't as large - he returned some of them to the library, like a responsible person.

Chuuya himself is in bed.]

That's rude.