solid gold, fourteen carat, barely burnished despite twenty years of hard molling. but beneath it, i knew, beneath that gold & stardust, she was all grit and sharp teeth gnashing, head twisting, talons out, tearing flesh.

make me queen

private, selective, independent blair waldorf.

or i'll make you bleed

you have to decide who you are, little girl, she told me once. once you know that, everyone else will too.

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                                                      where    is    the    glory    in    fighting    WARS    for    men    who    do    not    shed    BLOOD    for    their    OWN    people?    the    WORLD    had    always    romanticized    the       ARRIVAL       of       it’s       apocalypse.    their      books      fictionalized      the      IDEA      of      every      day      heroes.      not      every      war      is      remembered      -      NOT      EVERY      warrior      is      a      hero.      what      they      WROTE      in      those      books      is      what      they      were.      WAR       DOES     NOT      HAVE      A      SINGULAR      HERO.      it      has      survivors.      she      is      one      of      them.                        ORIGINAL      CHARACTER.      EST 15

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