Castlevania Imagines

Burnt Buns

Sypha POV

      It's pretty chilly tonight. I'm surprised we haven't heard any demons, but they're all probably at Gresit right now. Poor people.

     We're all sitting by the campfire eating some buns I bought at the market before we left. I hope Grandfather is doing okay.

    Trevor is inhaling his buns. Quite literally, seeing as he's coughing and grabbing for his tankard.

     "You really shouldn't inhale your buns like that," I tell him, and you know what? He bursts out laughing.

      "Darling," he says, "If I had a nickel for every time you tell me not to do something, I'd be eating like a fucking king right now. These buns are good for filling up on after some beer, but they're burnt on the bottom."

     Adrian has been sitting quietly this whole time, poking his buns with his fingernail. "I don't understand why you find buns so funny," he groaned, "You're always making juvenile remarks and it's unbefitting of a vampire hunter."

     Honestly, he's got a point. I knew Trevor was rude from the moment he climbed on me in the catacombs.

    "Bah!" Trevor slurred, "You're just jealous because I get to enjoy eating buns and you don't. Cuz yer blood and sthuff."

      I made a strange gargling noise while trying not to laugh and hearing that busted the dam. I was laughing so hard at trying not to laugh at what the drunk in front of me just said.

    Adrian gave me a funny look and smirked. "That's not very ladylike, and it's oddly out of character in your case, Sypha."

    I lit a small ball of flame between my index and pinky finger. "Adrian, a little laughter is good for a woman and if you call me unladylike again I will roast your buns until they're cinders."

   This time it was Adrian who was laughing.