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badfic_manor2010-09-22 07:57 pm
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[It's getting cold.
No, let's correct that. It's been cold, now it's much closer to freezing. Meirin is trying her best to make it through the snow and back to the safe house before she, well, dies. Why she left in the first place...
A certain guest might be out there somewhere. It might be above and beyond the duties of a regular maid, but she's not your regular maid! Meirin is the maid of the Phantomhive estate.
...And she totally just feel face-first into the snow.
She struggles to get up, but the gear that she's wearing makes it difficult. Finally, Meirin rolls onto her back.
The cold air is suddenly penetrated by a sharp scream, and Meirin holds her hands up in front of her face like she's about to be attacked by Jack the Ripper himself. Herself.
The icicle breaks off the corner of the building and hits Meirin square in the forehead before shattering into pieces. She sighs and lays her arms back down. At least it didn't break her glasses! And a building means shelter from the cold!
Now if she could actually. Get up and inside.]
No, let's correct that. It's been cold, now it's much closer to freezing. Meirin is trying her best to make it through the snow and back to the safe house before she, well, dies. Why she left in the first place...
A certain guest might be out there somewhere. It might be above and beyond the duties of a regular maid, but she's not your regular maid! Meirin is the maid of the Phantomhive estate.
...And she totally just feel face-first into the snow.
She struggles to get up, but the gear that she's wearing makes it difficult. Finally, Meirin rolls onto her back.
The cold air is suddenly penetrated by a sharp scream, and Meirin holds her hands up in front of her face like she's about to be attacked by Jack the Ripper himself. Herself.
The icicle breaks off the corner of the building and hits Meirin square in the forehead before shattering into pieces. She sighs and lays her arms back down. At least it didn't break her glasses! And a building means shelter from the cold!
Now if she could actually. Get up and inside.]
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That's right, it's Mister Sebastian. Bundled in his pea coat, hair floating about his head in the wind, the white flecks of snow sticking to his coal-black hair. Looking as appalled at her behaviour as he usually does.]
I knew I would recognize that scream to the very ends of the earth.
[Which is where they are currently, if you asked him. Not that the cold really affects him. Although, it may be true that it's a bit warmer where he comes from.
He extends a hand for her to grab, so he can help her to her feet.]
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[She says the name softly, almost like a prayer. And it's true that he looks like an angel above her. He has that white glow around his head, like a halo! ...Does that mean she could really be dead? Oh Mister Sebastian, she always knew you were among the heavenly hosts~
So why are her teeth still chattering?
Meirin blinks a couple of times before she realizes that his 'halo' is just her glasses freezing over. She quickly grabs his hand and sits up.]
Mister Sebastian, would you really?
[He did just say he'd come to the ends of the earth for her, right? As if her cheeks weren't red enough from the freezing!]
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He also has no idea she misheard him.]
Yes. It does have a unique quality to it. [Like the squeal of a stuck pig. He continues to pull her to her feet.]
Come now, we should get inside. The cold is quite dangerous. I have been with the young master, and built a fire to keep warm.