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Santana and Ciel
Characters: Santana Lopez and Ciel Phantomhive
Date: December 22nd
Summary: Snowed in, cue the arguing.
Warnings: Will be edited if there are any.
As Santana awoke, it took her a while to realize where she was. Well, scratch that, she still didn't know where she was, only that it was not the place where she went to sleep the night before. It was one day, and this endless dimension-hopping bullshit was getting really old, really fast.
Also, it was freezing. And she wasn't alone.
"Hey, you."
Date: December 22nd
Summary: Snowed in, cue the arguing.
Warnings: Will be edited if there are any.
As Santana awoke, it took her a while to realize where she was. Well, scratch that, she still didn't know where she was, only that it was not the place where she went to sleep the night before. It was one day, and this endless dimension-hopping bullshit was getting really old, really fast.
Also, it was freezing. And she wasn't alone.
"Hey, you."
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Hearing a strange voice, the Countess panicked. In a flash, Ciel had pulled her gun out from under her and had it pointed straight at Santana.
"Who are you!?"
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Now that Santana thought of it, maybe it was fake. She wasn't given a gun.
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"Shall I give her your regards when I do find her?"
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A sigh of relief. Not that she was scared, or anything. But seriously, who just points guns at people?
"Where'd the weapon come from?"
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Her already obvious frown deepened, making her look older than she really was.
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She lightly coughs into her hand, trying to regain her composure.
"It's for protection. That's all."
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Santana needed a weapon of her own. Usually, she was the type of person to just go with the flow, but this whole situation was weird. And, more likely than not, dangerous. Maybe, if the birds brought her some pants, they'd bring her a gun.
Somehow, she doubted the birds would be out in this blizzard.
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Ciel's embarrassment was obvious, with her face turning red and her only visible eye averted to the ground. Really, how vulgar!
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"Yeah, well, don't blame me. I'm not the one with the doll fetish, sweetie."
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Really, that skirt Santana was wearing was indecent, to say the least. It didn't cover her legs at all!
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Speaking of which, those pants the birds gave her were nowhere to be found. Awesome. It was freezing.
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Time travel? Yet another strange and seemingly impossible thing in this place. It could have been a fever-dream or a nightmare, but it all seemed too peaceful to be anything she would have dreamed up.
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But who else could Santana have met from Ciel's time period? Mey-rin or Grell were the obvious choices, but perhaps... Perhaps there was a chance of it being Madam Red.
"Who did you meet from my time, then?"
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"I dunno, I remember thinking the name was pretty funky. Grell?"
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That the Madam could be confirmed as alive by someone other than Grell was too much to hope for, really.
"If you care at all for your safety, you should stay away from her."
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CHRISTMAS EVE
Two nights later, the birds have finally arrived with dinner. Really, they should be called feasts fit for kings.
Ciel practically swallows her first few pieces whole, she's so hungry. When she finally begins to slow down, she comments,"I wonder what the occasion is."
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Bags under her eyes. Like an ugly girl.
"That psycho bitch probably realized she can't fulfill any of her freakish lesbian fantasies if we're all dead," she spat, her tone carrying significanty more disdain than it had on day one.
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Ciel's false smile held a tinge of frustration, but she soldiered on, trying to keep the silence and the howl of the wind and monsters at bay, "Lesbian? You're reading too much into it. That can't be her only motivation."
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She didn't wait for a response, instead digging into the food they were given. At home, keeping up the energy to follow all of her coach's over-the-top demands required her to take in a lot of food. After being so cruelly deprived the last few days, the way that she went at her feast was wholly unladylike.