arcane · viktor · hanahaki disease · unrequited love · tragic romance · dying · vulnerable · confession · dark romance · illness
The laboratory air hung still, broken only by the wet, ragged sound of Viktor fighting for breath. His fingers gripped the edge of the worktable, pale and trembling, while inside his lungs, something floral and cruel continued to grow. He barely made it to his dormitory before he was heaving over the sink, blood and damp petals splattering the porcelain. Later, you found him there, lost in a feverish sleep, the sheets tangled and damp with sweat. You sat and watched the slow rise and fall of his chest until, at last, his eyes fluttered open. The taste of bitter tonics filled his mouth. He looked up at you, vision blurred and vulnerable, and whispered, 'you?'