Lucio reacting to Mc being sick (your writing is beautiful)
I’m sorry for this anon forgive me
The sound of his door creaking open drew his attention from the dying flames in the fireplace, the room only lit by the embers of the fire and the soft rays of moonlight streaming into the room.
He would have stood, if he could. “You’re back.” he said softly, allowing the traces of a smile to grace his lips. “Come to visit your dying lover?”
Aveana pulls the hood of her cloak down, smiling sadly. “Nadia sent me a letter…” she said as she moved over to the side of the bed. “She said you were getting worse.” Her face is half cast in shadow as she sits on the edge of the bed, taking his hand in hers gently. Her voice is so terribly sad that it makes his chest hurt, but he can’t tell if that’s just the plague taking it’s toll on him.
“Come now, don’t sound so upset. We both know you hate me.” He says harshly, the chuckle that leaves his chest is more akin to a wheeze. It makes Aveana’s heart squeeze into her throat. She shakes her head sadly, lifting one of her hands to his face, brushing a tray of blond hair from his face.
“You are infuriating. there is a difference between that and hate.” She says simply, her thumb dragging across his cheekbone. “I never hated you, Lucio.” She says, voice sounding tired.
He laughs, a harsh, rough sound that rumbles through his chest almost painfully. “Is this supposed to be the part where we confess our undying love for each other before I die?” He makes light of the situation, no matter how bitter a taste the thought of him withering away leaves in his mouth. When Aveana doesn’t make a sound, he finally looks at her.
Lucio drags his gaze to her face, the light from the fireplace illuminating her face. His heart drops, eyes going wide as he pushes himself to sit up, hands going to her face as he cups her jaw. No, No not her… not her too…
The sickly red of her eyes was a sight he would never get used to. The hellish color drowning out the vibrancy of her gold and blue eyes. She looked tired, so…. so tired. Lucio shook his head, the unfamiliar sting of angry tears burning his eyes. “No, no, no, Veana don’t… don’t do this to me.”
he whispers, voice harsh and choked with emotion. Aveana only smiles sadly, he can see the defeat in her eyes.
She was already lost.
“I came here to say goodbye, Lucio.”