open | everybody knows that the captain lied

[abeautifulgame]

Who: Damien Brenks + You
What: Prompts below.
Where: All over the place.
When: Mostly centered around the event, to start, but if you want something before or after, hit me up!
Content Warnings: Body horror as per the event.

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[rotomphone]

[ since they took on their new form, Raihan has taken to exploring the citadel ruins when he has some free time. the tall towers, empty as they are, have some interesting selfie lighting, and despite Noctis' disappearance, he wants to see what the castle's interior is like so they can talk about it when (or rather, if) he returns.

he's also here, however, because of the cold. it's giving at least some relief to the fever he's been running for the past few days, but it hasn't done much for the cough, nor the strange dandelion petals he's been hacking up. he's been trying to ignore it, but after a particularly rough coughing spell, he decides that maybe he shouldn't be running around too much.

he actually doesn't hear Damien's ley line callout - rather, he hears him audibly as he descends from one of the staircases leading into the empty towers. ]

Hey. [ he blinks, surprised, but with an interested smile and casual wave. ] Fancy seeing you here! Not many people bother coming around - unless they're me, anyway. What's-

[ he cuts himself off, thanks to the coughing fit he's now engaged in. it's a little more violent than the ones he's been fighting off since he got up today, but it's fine! at least there's no petals this time. ]

...Sorry. [ he clears his throat. ] What's up?

[abeautifulgame]

Oh, you know. [listlessly, he waves a full fucking flower he coughed up, earlier, at Raihan] Trying to decide whether or not this would be a good place to start my flower shop.

[it's probably some kind of miracle he can still joke about this, but -- well, what else is there to do, really? he's too fatigued to be worried, right now. between the fever and the coughing, he really hasn't been sleeping well, if at all]

Maybe we could be partners.

[he noticed you coughing, Raihan]

[rotomphone]

[ woof. Raihan hasn't choked up any full flowers yet, but he does have a winding vine with a flower bud that's begun to spindle up his wrist. it was painful enough to cut out the first time, but it's returned with a vengeance and has grown twice as fast than its predecessor. it's only confirmed that whatever is wrong with him is getting worse, and he's clearly not the only one it's affecting. ]

With the way things are going, why pick one spot? We could go mobile.

[ he grins, but it has a wry tinge to it as he shoves his hands in his hoodie pockets. things don't look too good for them as it stands, but he refuses to keep a negative attitude about it. joking is probably the best way to keep up that hope. ]

As far as sicknesses go, I can appreciate the aesthetic. [ gross as it is, coughing up flowers feels oddly romantic. he looks at the flower he's held up, momentarily curious. ] Doesn't look like anything I've been hacking up... you think they're different for each person?

[abeautifulgame]

[that earns Raihan a bark of a laugh -- and another coughing fit from Damien, as it turns out his lungs don't seem to like that much. he reaches up to cover his mouth, then holds the for a second or two, once he tapers off, just in case. thankfully, he doesn't start hacking again. thankfully, he didn't cough up another flower, this time, though there was petals, blood]

[sighing, he drops his hand to the ground, to wipe the latter off in the snow, then returns his attentions back to the flower] All things considered, it's possible. [a beat] There's someone here who has a thing for what they all mean. Maybe they'd be able to tell us something. [if what they're hacking up matters as much as the why does, anyway]

[rotomphone]

[ hey, at least he got him to smile... even if it resulted in a coughing fit. he's not faring much better himself, but hey! little victories. ]

...I was sort of kidding, but now you have me curious. [ and that gets his eyebrow raising curiously. ] Oh yeah? Who?

[ he'd rather get in touch with them himself, should his flowers mean something he'd rather keep private. the void has proven time and time again that it has no regard for personal boundaries, so he'll just have to take steps to make his own. ]

[abeautifulgame]

[he shakes his head, faintly -- and immediately regrets it, for all that his head hurts, but] I don't know. I just know that someone was throwing out flower names and meanings as month names, back when everyone decided it was as good a time as any for a New Year's party.

[maybe Raihan knows who that was?]