So… day 2 is still under work. But I got day 3! And I wrote a little pairing I never thought I could do. You'll see when you read it.

This one's short (written during a few minutes during class today). I… really didn't know what to do with it, in all honesty. This just sort of came out.

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Standard issue disclaimer.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

By iOc

Day 3: Chambermaid

He reaches toward her, fingers brushing her arm. She backs away, ducking her chin down to her collar bone. She keeps her eyes averted from his face. She does not remember what is so appealing about the man.

Perhaps it was the thought of him, the novel idea that he was her's and her's alone. But he was married — and a child! How could any man do such a thing to those he loved — said he loved.

"Why do you back away?" he asks, reaching toward her again.

She steps further back, depending on the shadows to hide her.

But the shadows are where he lives, she says to herself. The shadows are his domain.

He tries to urge her out, calling her "little bird" and "sweet" and "pet." Not "love," she notices. Never "love." She shakes her head vehemently. She will have nothing to do with him.

"Toothiana." he says, calling her by her forename. She can feel his eyes, the strangest and sickest shade of amber she had ever seen, burning into her. "Join me. Please."

She peeks up, seeing him gesture to the bed. It is neatly made and looks soft. But the thought — knowing he has a wife and a child — of being with him… she shudders at the idea.

But, by refusing, he could ruin her — her reputation and everything her mother worked so hard for. He could ruin everything about her, in just a quiet whisper in another's ear. She could not do that to her family. And yet… the thought of refusing him something he wants is a temptation so sweet and divine, she longs to defy him.

"I'm not your chambermaid," she says, raising her chin and meeting his eyes, "and you're not my lord."

So, yeah. Interesting pairing for me. I'm thinking this is either during the Victorian Era or late Imperial Russia or something along those lines. *headdesk* As I said before, I didn't know what to do with this.

Anyway. Thinking of just posting day 2 on Dec. 25 because it's my choice which ong of Emilie Autumn's I use and I like that song, so… yeah.