https://archiveofourown.org/works/81580781/chapters/214545186
“Diana.”
Diana sits up straight, twists in her seat enough to make eye contact with him from her place in her library. Blue meeting blue. She smiles softly. “Good evening, my love.”
Marius smiles back at her. It feels like standing in the sunlight. Or, rather, how standing in the sunlight used to feel. “How are you feeling?”
“I feel another headache coming on, I think,” she answers honestly, then smirks slightly and shows him the cover of her book. “Though I suppose it might be sympathetic.”
He doesn’t laugh. “I’m sure straining your eyes to read such dense text isn’t helping,” he notes. “I’ve told you before, you need to listen to your body when it tells you to rest.”
“If I did that, I’d do nothing else,” she replies bitterly, and immediately regrets it.
“Such is the curse of the unwell,” Marius says. “Come, it’s time for you to feed. Perhaps that will ease your pain.”
