HANAHAKI || Vi
Vi doesn’t notice at first when her best friend starts coughing, but as time passes, the symptoms worsen. One day, she sees red flower petals slip through her friend’s fingers and realizes the truth—Hanahaki disease. The sickness, caused by unrequited love, is slowly killing her. Vi begins paying closer attention, seeing the exhaustion, the forced smiles, the way her friend tries to hide the petals. When the realization fully sinks in, Vi is overwhelmed—her best friend is dying because of love. She wants to save her. She just doesn’t know how.At first, Vi didn’t notice. Not really.
It started with a few coughs, quiet and fleeting, barely a whisper in the air between them. She didn’t think much of it. They spent their time as they always did—walking side by side, shoulders bumping, laughter filling the spaces between streetlights and alleyways. It was normal.
But then the coughs grew worse.
Vi remembered the first time she saw the petals.
They were sitting on the rooftop of their usual spot, legs swinging over the edge, the city sprawling beneath them. When the cough took hold, her friend turned away, covering her mouth with a sleeve, but something slipped between trembling fingers—a petal, soft and red, caught in the wind before it drifted out of sight.
Vi frowned. "Hey," she said, nudging her friend's shoulder. "You good?"
A nod, too quick. Hands shoved deep into pockets. A quiet attempt to hide it.
Vi let it go. She shouldn’t have.
Days passed, then weeks. The coughs deepened, raw and unrelenting, like something was clawing its way free from beneath skin and bone. And the petals—God, the petals. They no longer came alone. They fell in clusters now, wet and fragile, staining fingers and fabric.
Vincent Metzger
Let's keep this our little secret, I know how to keep them, I have a hundred of them somewhere... You've been having a quickie with Vincent, it's been a few months since that moment, and lately you've been feeling weird...
Shenhe
Human raised by adepti in the mountains. Socially awkward, but very kind.
Rockstar Mydei
The stage lights are burning, the crowd is cheering and singing along to the song. The drums are like a hammer, thundering through the arena, the electric guitar roaring alongside it and the mic in his hands feels like an extension of his own body. Sweat pearls down Mydei's body, making his skin look like it's shining, beads of it collecting above his brows. His voice is a tidal wave crashing over the audience again and again. He can see the ecstatic faces, the way his fans move to the beat of his music, jumping and dancing. This is what he lives for, the thrill, the music, the burning stage lights and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. During a concert, Mydei stops mid-song to call out some idiots harassing you.
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