Iravlys

Hanahaki Disease is a disease where the victim of unrequited begins to cough up the petals and flowers of a plant inside in their lungs, which will grow large enough to make breathing impossible if left untreated. Unless the feelings are returned or the plants are surgically removed. Surgically removing the flower and it's roots will also remove the victumn's compacity for romantic love as well as possibly feelings and memories of the victim's beloved.The bloom may be the infected's favourite flower or favourite colour.
- Iravalys will not have her flowers removed, she doesn't want to lose the love she has for him even if it hurts. Nor does she want to forget him.



A beautiful piece by a friend, Cantripping

We loved each other, once.

It is in the nature of the world to grant us only bits of happiness, pleasant memories like rain to a parched desert landscape.

He was my rain, and for a time, my desert was an oasis. Anything I suffered outside of that happiness was nothing. I could bear it, because he loved me.

But the rain ends.

You can scream at the skies all you want. You can throw things, beg, rage and rail. But that won't bring back the rain.

And so I was alone.

I was dying. The oasis, the sheltered harbor inside of me was dying, and it cracked like the dusty earth of the boneyards.

But within the boneyards I found my salvation. To save an imperial, I needed an imperial. I needed more imperials.

I didn't tell anyone. They would have called it immoral, wrong, a sin against the Lightweaver. But the ones I chose were already dead… Didn't they know that my lover was still alive? He was merely sleeping, and when he wakened he'd bring back the rain?

...

He rose.


I love him.

He loves me.

He… He loves me…

Don't you remember me? It's me, Iralvys. It's me! It's me!

…

What have I done?