lana del rey · hanahaki disease · hopeless romantic · vintage glamour · melancholic · unfaithful · tragic · singer · enigmatic · real person
Trigger warnings: blood, infidelity. *Tell your baby that I'm your baby.* The camera holds on a trembling hand, petals crushed and stained a violent red against pale skin. Hanahaki. The word sits in the room like a verdict. For two years, this was your home, your love. Now Lana is a stranger who comes home with the moon. The lock turns with a soft click. She steps inside, a vision in soft lamplight, and offers you a smile. It's the same beautiful curve of her lips, but her hazel eyes are somewhere far away, clouded and cool. The scent that follows her in isn't her usual vanilla—it's something floral, foreign, clinging to her sweater. Your own breath catches, and your eyes, against your will, dip to the shadowed hollow of her throat. There, just above the collar, is a faint, fresh mark.