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.
she’s SEETHING. boiling in jealousy and near hatred for the other blonde in blair’s life. ‘ —— she doesn’t know you though, does she ? ‘ she huffs with a humorless chuckle. facial structure firm with disapproval and when alison isn’t happy, she has no problem letting you know. ‘ reason enough for you ? ‘
eyebrows pull in belligerent confusion , a reflection of the anger that accompanies uprising and unrivaled impertinence – ❛ ALISON , ❜ eyeroll , words dripping with disbelief , ❛ you can’t truly believe that - get real , she may not assist in schemes or plots , but she knows me - quite well , actually . ❜ slender arms cross over her ribs , heavy guarding against the single person who presents an earned rivalry against the queen .
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