The jail-cell is magically bound, and it is hollow and empty and lonely, and Clarabelle is staring up at the stone ceiling, and she is breathing strangely. She thinks, dully, distantly, that it sounds a little like she is crying, or maybe laughing. She can't tell, in the end, because without the tears and without the mirth, it could be anything.
Her nails dig into her palms, and still she cannot stop the shuddering, whatever it is, and she wishes, fleetingly, that she had enough tears to shed, because at least then there wouldn't be all this uncertainty.
"What's wrong?" The girl outside the cell is short, with curious green eyes.
"I did it again. Ruined everything." Clarabelle, who had caught her breath for one dizzying moment, is shaking again.
"Again?"
"Yeah. I've done it, like, four times. It's a habit of mine. I'm sorry, can I help you?"
"No. It's just that it's the new year's eve, and I got lonely. I do that sometimes. Forgive me. So, are you looking for someone else to mess up?"
"I never am, somehow. Why? You interested?" Without even realizing it, Clarabelle is breathing normally again.
Thurid Guild's daughter smiles. "I am."
A/N: Hehe. :)
Anyway, writing this calendar has been fun, and I hope y'all have a lovely year ahead of you.
And yes, I did just use the contraction 'y'all'. Gods, I feel dirty now...
~Mademise Morte, December 31