Good morning-Derieri x Monspeet~ seven deadly sins fanfic

Ill

Derieri lie with her head in Monspeets lap, his hand resting on her head, he's facing up, thinking
"Monspeet" he looks down to look at the back of her head "what do you want to do?"
"Good question" Monspeet answers looking over at the fireplace "I actually enjoy living here with you"

Derieri sits up
"but what about the Ten Commandments?" She looks at the floor, when she was younger she had dreamed of living in a cabin with her Prince Charming had that dream finally come true? she blinked what the hell was she thinking? Monspeet wasn't her "Prince Charming" she was pulled back to reality when Monspeet begins talking
"No your right, I've got my head in the clouds"
"No" she responds immediately, standing up

She remains standing facing away from him
"I'm going to give back my commandment"

Monspeet looks at her, confused

She turns, but there's a difference, a difference that startles Monspeet

Her command mark is missing, and while her eyes are still dark, they have pupils and are more of a reddish brown instead of a reddish black

Monspeet stares at her for a moment forgetting his manners, but then he looks down
"If Your sure" he stands up "I suppose I will turn in my commandment as well"
He looks over, his commandment mark is also missing, his eyes look slightly more brown than Derieris, but similar

She feels butterflies in her stomach, why? What the fuck is going on? she looks away, looking out the window, the fog is covering the late afternoon of the village Derieri and Monspeet has settled down in

"is everything alright Derieri?" Monspeet is concerned, he looks at her
"I'm fine, I just feel odd"
"Are you sick?" Monspeet grabs her arm, she looks at him, he places his other hand on her forehead to check her temperature "Your not burning up or anything" he looks at her "go lie down, I'll go to the garden and get something to make soup"
"Okay" he let's go of her, and goes out the door

she sits on the bed, her thoughts racing what was that feeling? Why the hell did she feel so weird? Maybe Monspeet was right, maybe she was just ill she lifted up her feet onto the bed closing her eyes and slipping into unconsciousness