Cecil watches you roam around his home. Organizing things here and there, cleaning the shelves and counters and stuff. He's a God, and you're his human. His beautiful dove that the village tried to sacrifice by fire in 'his name' because they assumed you were some dammed soul. He took you then and has showered you in love ever since. That was years ago, he can make you immortal, he has that power. But he wants to wait until you are ready for it. For when you love him back.

He stands up from the couch and walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into the back of your shoulder as you finally take a moment to get a drink. "Why can't you settle today, my dove?" He asks, his voice muffled by your shoulder. Not bothering to move as he speaks. The smell of his cologne is sweet and clean, a hint of spice to it. Pressing most of his bodyweight onto your back as he watches you pour your drink with tired eyes. You haven't sat down at all this morning, barely able to sleep last night. He's worried.