i do not have to be good

Cecil x Guns, the true otp

Big yellow eyes sank into dark ones,

Suffocating by the darkness within them,

Silently pleading, pleading and pleading,

But without release.

Renfield messed up his task again,

And his master wasn’t happy with that.

Oh the terrible ordeal of being seen!

How he wished the Earth to open up

And swallow him.

Pathetic little creature,

His master thought,

While looking down at him amused,

How to hold the strength to berate,

And mark my punishments onto his head,

When he’s looking up at me so desperate?

He is so so sickly sweet to care,

About my musings and such.

The master looked down at him again,

Bestowing a fang showing smirk upon him.

— I might write/ finish this Renfield fic, who knows 👀. Let me know what you guys think ~