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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.]